Surface

A city of molten concrete,

life seeping through

granite and grey,

we swim and we swim

in unbreathable water,

we swim and we swim

like fish, when drowning,

we take to the surface

to gasp in raw crisp air,

today I crawl home--

me, a land animal--

I find myself, craning

my neck toward the sky,

to break through the surface

I'd like to jump, to dive

to bathe in, into

the colors of dusk,

the November moon,

a look to the stars!

I gasp for air--

I resurface on land.

My lungs filled,

my chest heavy,

I should not have dared

to wish for the abyss.