The Lake with a Dock at the Far End
Dominic Rascati

I followed you out, reluctantly,

and you stood on top, I clutched the side,

afraid of the darkness, the unknown,

how it was impossible to see through it.

How your eyes glimmered,

how you jumped in with such excitement,

how joyous, a momentary flight.

How gripped with fear I was.

How … was it when you disappeared?

Was it pressure? Was it painful?

Was it a quick jolt, frigid, a rush?

Was it terrifying, exhilarating, cheating death, or

was it slow? Did you sink for long?

Was it like the darkness giving you a hug?

Was it a pleasant warmth, a secret paradise?

Was it magical, mystical, new?

I wish I knew.