swim, kick, breathe you way

to the bottom

your pockets heavy

leading you down

sit

buoy

a little up, a little down

rhythm 

displace the water with your arms

flap backwards

arms       up,    up,   up

glide you down

weighed down 

hold your breath

hold

lungs ache

let loose little bubbles 

from cold lips

hold

OK, now

turn out your pockets

pump, kick, wing your way

to the sky

by Katie Anne Jamieson