Week of May 3, 2020

Floating Between the Deeps

I float in a pool
that is deep but not wide.
Eyes look up at circle of sky
of richest azure blue
bordered by ancient trunks
tall and true, luminous
white glows on the horizon.

If I point toes down
I descend, touch bottom
and gently rise again
to float face up
with eyes to the sky.
I could lift my nose
up…and let go…and fly.

Margaret Dubay Mikus

From As Easy as Breathing and CD, Full Blooming

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