Scene 46: Deep White

I walked onto the sands that morning
green and blue
the grains beneath my tender toes
danced and swooned with
nothing
on their minds

I stared into the deep white that morning
dark and clean
the bubbles and foam crawled up around me
fizzing and dreaming of
color
in their viens

I brushed upon the surface that morning
cozy and cold
the brackish breezes swam through me
wishing and holding the
lines
on their lips

I took a breath and
I dove
into the
deep white