London writer inviting psychic exploration into the human condition.

Like a new babe to water
Natural

I question this
Affinity
I come back
Time and time over
The waves
The drowning
This utter immersion and foundation in water

The very thing over which I have
No control
The only place I've ever felt
Where a close call was
Not so scary

Not as scary as bathroom floors
Not as scary as empty midnight platforms
Not as scary as outdrinking friends
Or depressed pill packets and foil flakes
Spilling guts and pleading for the finish

I'm drawn to water

So strange in youth
The unconscious fear of it
Aversion to being wet
Trapped screaming behind locked doors
Dissociating as water pours
Breaking that barrier
Stepping in
And remembering

What love feels like

Soft warm rains on summer nights
Heavy fall in thunderstorms
Dancing beneath flashes of

A peek into the universe.

Something so much bigger
Clenched eyes beneath the surface
Never adjusted
I was never meant to see
This one space
For me
To lose direction
Grounding
Where skin meets water
The barrier breached

Where I could Be

Water
The biggest challenge
Surest escape
Strongest call

The love I drown in
The waves lapping
That gentle cradle
And those furious crashes
Stormy seas
To me
Seem peaceful
And I would take either any day
Raging skies
Whips cracking
Shrapnel on tin roofs
And

Rubber boots in deep puddles
Bright yellow rain macs
And small giggles
Young enough and free
To taste the raindrops
Succumbing to downpours
In hysterics with kind faces

Remembering what life is
Was
Beyond and before this
To be wet
A natural state
The first we encounter.

So
I suppose
I will always come back
To Water.