Slowly I sink away, into the deep sea
the full sea: I get dizzy from shoals
of fish shooting away and still being there

In the light above me glides the white
ship of a swan over
the bubbles from my mouth

I hear cricketsong in the high grass
a seagull flies over, warning
and veering, waves roll up

tumble over each other
break and plunge in their trough
out of which I emerge breathing