The air is not thin enough
to enter the small opening of my empty lungs.
My last plunge into the depth left me
each shallow breath
gives me no relief
each is simply pure reflex.
What would life be without this breath?
Yet I continue to be plagued with the anticipation.
Anticipating the next dark depth
longing to be explored
but warning against such irreversible risk.
Breathe in, breathe out.
the deep below tells of a changed future
but remaining on the surface leaves me
changing with every minute.
Every breath beckons submission
here comes the plunge.