Pisces New Moon

That moment when you

jump into the water and

there's only that wooshy

rushy sound, bubbles.

And you wait below.

The sunlight makes cubes

all around you and

it's silent in that

watery way.

From here you can do anything

except stay the way you are.

To breathe you must move,

which way?

to what?

It must be decided in the moment,

to go with the feeling,

the guidance comes from within.

You can take your time.

You can rush.

You can swoon.

You can circle.

But you cannot stay the same.

Meld, melt, breathe.

And enjoy the smooth, fluid

journey as you sense it

brushing past your skin.

Aquatic, akin.

Photo by Angus Gray