You will plunge through the surface as an infant.
You will sink gently, dazed, and after a long time,
you will get your bearings, and begin to look around you,
and you will realize that your lungs are close to bursting,
and maybe you will realize that air is at the surface,
and if you are one of the lucky few, you just might make an effort to reach it,
and you probably won’t
but you might try,
and you might get close,
and there is a small, small chance that you will graze it with your fingertips,
and maybe even, if you are so lucky, you will also graze it with your lips,
and take a breath,
and if you can rub the sea salt from your eyes in time, you might even open them and look around you.
It will be your first sight, and you will be dazed and amazed.
But all the while, death is swimming up towards you,
from the depths.
He felt the ripples from your splash, and has been approaching your entire life,
and if you are so lucky as to have seen the sun, and the sky, and felt the air in your lungs,
you will know that he is coming, and you will look around you and see the sea in ever direction
and you will wait for him,
and perhaps, when he comes,
even give him a kiss. [x]