We stay above the border, the transition down into the dark.
We don't live there. We don't visit. Here, in the turquoise,
where the sunlight reaches down and fills the water around us,
here is safety and sight and openness and home.
a young one will find a rock, and hold it, and let themselves sink
down through the blue
eyes wide open but losing the light
sounds maybe floating up, the way they do sometimes,
or maybe silence
and they sink down
past the blue and into the indigo
and just below
they see the start of the black
where the last light
and they drop the rock and thrash upwards until they rise into the sunlight again
where they relax, and look around, and maybe laugh, and maybe boast.
And they go about their lives.
But they don't forget what it was like, that journey,
and as they swim through the sunlight they sometimes look down,
and catch a glimpse of indigo,
and know that the deep
is always there,
This prompt was to make the title a color. I'm catching up on the last few days.