descending

like water life will reach
the low, it's inevitable

from where you know
no rising you lay still

are you comfortable?
does it sooth your senses?

I want to know but you tell me nothing
from the stillness on the landing

your gaze has an angle
I have not seen before

were you a swan in disguise?
I'd understand the shape

then where is the water
that kept you afloat?

there is no water
did it go where you went?

did it follow you?