The Edge

I

like

to stand

at the edge,

where the water

laps over my toes and

threatens to wash my ankles.

I like to look across the waves to

the line of light created by the cusp

of the emerald sea and a cerulean-blue

sky and watch it shimmer like shattered glass.

I like to imagine I am wading towards that horizon,

pulling through the cold, salty water as icy chills inch

their way up my spine and send shivers through my body.

Then after breathing in deeply I will sink deep, deep, deeper,

into the calm water beneath and watch the silver fishes flit like

fireflies until I eventually have to rise and break the surface for air.