Fish
By Kevin Bezner - Charlotte, North Carolina, USA - 29 November 2011
It was just as you wrote, Jerome.
I was in thick, murky water
And through the darkness I could see
Light as if through a pinhole.
I began to move toward the light
Through no effort of my own
As if lifted, like a child a father
Picks up and holds above his shoulders.
As I was pulled through the darkness
The light became brighter.
Black gave way to steel blue,
Which gave way to a dull gray,
Until I could see through shimmering water
Bright white clouds and deep blue sky.
Everything became clear, the sky, the clouds,
The light within easy reach.
I burst through the now clear water,
My lungs filling with cool air.
All around me I could see
Gleaming silver reaching for the sun.