Breathing beneath

I was a lake of black water nestled between thick pine trees growing dark against a grey sky

Ravens were a hidden message

Sometimes on wings

Sometimes on branches

Sometimes on the shoulder, or grounded upon the soil

Grass shimmered as a slow breeze massages the blades

Empty caverns and whispered memories and little drops of water falling from a leaf like a great big bowl of water for the caterpillar

Sun sparkles through a few branches far off and softened by cloud cover

Planets orbiting like a ring around the planet each one drifting into sight between the cloud cover as they moved in a peculiar way at a speed like a stream

From beneath my hand reaches and seems to keep rising and rising and rising yet never quite seems to find the surface

And I don’t know if I’m holding my breath or if I’m just a part of these deep waters

Something brushes my leg and I remember I am a body beneath the lake

My spirit is light as a feather as I turn over and over feeling the water becoming tense and releasing in the opposite direction as bubbles rise from my nose and mouth and I am breathing or maybe I’m just dreaming