Tuesday, January 28, 2020

It came up out of the deep,
Shrouded in darkness,
A damp shadow, slick with moss
And algae.

I didn’t see it, creeping beneath
The waves at my ankles,
The ripples tickling my feet
A disguise for its
Reaching fingers.

Its cold embrace is a solid presence,
Surrounding me in something
That isn’t safety,
That isn’t danger,

That is something in between
In the hollow between
The surface and the deep.

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