the drowning - a poem

the seatide, pulled by moon,
rips at my ribs, pulling me further
into the ocean, beyond the wave
and to the deep calm

arrived, i am at the gentle pull
and swell of water,
pushing me further
to the dark-winged depths

where light filters through perturbance
dappling all it touches till everything sparkles

it is not frightful, this drowning
i don't ache for air
i want to be swallowed up
and denied the terrible expanse of skies

peace, peace, as i sink through this earthen mystery
'the last frontier' once that it was,
now mine, forever understood.