Familiar Environment?

 

I hear the sound of my breath

Loud and heavy as I explore an alien,

Yet seemingly familiar environment.

 

I have to remember to keep breathing

As I crane my neck in all directions

Amazed at what I can see

 

My body is encapsulated in black

As I become more confident

And improve my glide

 

My guardian angel partly controls

My vest as I rise and fall

And feel changing degrees all over

 

I am weightless and as my accoutrements

Become lighter, then un-noticed

I begin to feel free.

 

Sparkling shafts of light pierce through

Shimmering like snakes

They reveal movement and abundance

 

Ancient configurations layered with life

Tell a million year-old story,

I hear explosions and see fire

 

I glide easily feeling natural,

Free, confident and without my guardian,

As I pulse on by

 

I catch sight of a flipper

See a non-verbal signal recently learned

And come up from my first dive.