Living Under Water (or Why I Like Haiku)

What I love most is
the peace I find floating as
weightless as the wind.




To rise, I reach out
with a deliberate pull.
There’s no end to up.

 

A pulsing silence
surges like currents of heart,
sways lanky red reeds.




Under shaded wave
we breathe in the dappled light,
shed our rippled skin.

Copyright 2010 by M. D. Friedman.
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