I thought only death would be so peaceful
My ears are useless, muffled and deaf
I don’t breathe now, lungs stopped
My heart slows, relaxing under increased pressure
Sight is all that remains
An opaque vision of color and life


I can’t stay here
This momentary peace must yield
To the screams of my lungs and mind
Toward the surface
To the world of air breathing creatures
And over stimulated demands

Note: On free diving in the Atlantic near Bermuda.