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
©1996

From As Easy as Breathing and CD, Full Blooming