• Harsh is the light
    that beats upon our bared skin
    and dusts our freckled cheeks with pink.
    But the heat is not a problem
    for those of us who can think of nothing
    but the sweet cold of melted ice
    as it washes over our heated bodies,
    ensnaring us in a world where we are weightless.
    We pull with our arms and push with our legs,
    gliding deeper into the clear abyss where the hot rays
    can no longer touch our pale limbs.
    We wish to live in this enchanted place,
    but we have no flippers or fins or gills
    in which to help us adapt they way we want to.
    five seconds.
    Then ten seconds more.
    Twenty seconds under and our lungs scream in protest,
    begging for the one thing this blue-green region cannot provide.
    We breech, desperate to inhale and smiling in triumph
    at having explored the depths beneath the surface for so long.
    We laugh together and enjoy the light upon our faces.
    Soon the coldness of shadows begins to spread
    across our world above and we head for home,
    all the while dreaming of our next adventure in the world below.