I remember seeing the clear depths of the Cretan Sea

below me, the steel cable from the buoy going down, down

into the blue;

a feeling of vertigo overtook me -

and a need to follow that cable to where it would end

on the seafloor. Fighting

that desire I raised my head, looking back

to the shore and saw it distant, the crowd

of people a barely seen union of flesh,

and shocked, I not the terribly good swimmer,

was left there for a long time beside the bouy

kicking water to stay afloat, torn

between two needs, the shore

and the inviting, blue abyss underneath my feet.

22.05.2016