The constant hiss of pure oxygen leaking
A stream of solid pressure into the room
Muffled only by a stranger’s snore. My
Mind wanders far past these windows and
Doors. It drifts as if a barge floating down
The muddy river waves, natural in its
Buoyancy even though man made.
Passing along the dark and forested shore,
Leaves falling as if dead stars,
Gravity the only life force left as they’re
Drawn to a brush covered floor.
This night-time river only lit by
An orange moon and the faded
Belt of Orion strung across the
Dipping spoons. The lapping of water,
Too polluted to touch, just begging
Me to swim, so that it could feel
One with some one just once again.
As the day-dream me, considers the
Vague reflection in the moving water,
Curious to start the splash, I stand
And take ten paces back across
The floating carrier, a gasp of breath
And rushing I run, to the delivering edge,
Falling, unbalanced and danger to meet
Me once breaking the barrier -
I open my eyes, no sound but the
O2 tank leaking and the patient
Sleeping, and I sigh, just wishing.
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Submission Name: To Splash
