The Ice Tree

At six in the morning the ice in the tree thaws. Into the millpond returns to the deep. I caress where my lover once lay by my side. Before I turned inwards and forced her to fly.

Tunnels

The Diver

It's getting darker and I'm still swimming. It hits me again. I'm getting deeper and I'm still swimming. It hits me again. And I am never frightened, no I am never afraid.