The other day someone told me
Being deep is cool, just don’t drown.
And it feels that way sometimes.
Under the white hot sun the first shining flicker of water is refreshing,
Sending prickles across the skin when you inhale the desert.
It wakes you with startling gooseflesh
And crystallizes the rest of the world, throwing it into startling relief.
When suddenly plunged into the deep end
your breath halts and stutters
forcing salt to the backs of your eyes if you could remember how to free it.
and the layers of ice become so thick
that you’re buried alive, forced to the bottom
and in their layers, the individual is lost
and the fragments of clarity are invisible and the surface is impossible.
The desert is distorted and the heatshimmer vision swallowed by the cold.
Under the sun the powerful suction and the layers of ice
like some live and malicious thing
claw at your heels, pulling you unto itself.
Looking up through the frozen sucking thoughts
the pinpricks of light that sear through are fire
Like frozen arrowed jettrails, blinding.
The line "Being deep is cool, just don't drown," is from my friend Scott. This was written from that image. Sometimes I can be a little too deep for my own good.