Submerged
Lola Ridge
I have known only my own shallows— Safe, plumbed places, Where I was wont to preen myself. But for the abyss I wanted a plank beneath And horizons… I was afraid of the silence And the slipping toe-hold… Oh, could I now dive Into the unexplored deeps of me— Delve and bring up and give All that is submerged, encased, unfolded, That is yet the best.
