Swimming down to the depths of the ocean.
The breadths of the sea.
I swam so deep
I would not surface.
I swam so deep that
If I
cried
No one would notice.
My tears swelled around me.
My body felt a thousand others
Pressing upon my face.

I was lifted
To the surface.
My lungs
The air so refreshing.
We swam to the river.
We swam through the lake.
We were swimming so long
That I cried
When I remembered
The feeling of swimming
alone.

The breadths of the sea.
I swam so deep.
I remembered the deep.
The feelings I felt
The emotions
The thoughts.
But he has never known the deep.
Doggy paddle.
His widowed head
Has never been under.
To the bottom of the sea.
All he has known
or said
or done
Is the safe sweet shadows
Of the willow trees.

How can he know?
His words are kind
small
and simple.
He pulled me up
and I try so hard
to push him
down.
I want him to know
What
it
is
like.
I describe it so well
Yet he can never see
The depths of the sea.