The Waters

The waters are dark. 
You can't see into it. 
Its cold. 
But I wish to swim. 
I stick my toe in,
its like a shock.
How shall I descend?
Tip toe in? Inch by inch?
Do I slip into the water gracefully?
Or Do I jump right in?
Waters hold me. . .embrace me. 
I wish to swim. 
I wish to plunge and explore your depths.
Let me enter you, let me swim.