The sea bottom is still.
Legs folded beneath me,
I sit on my heels,
settle into the ocean floor
like the fuselage of a missing plane
or treasure chest of Spanish coins
off Cape Verde.
I seem to sway, but it is only strands
of my hair waving towards shards
of light above, where noise
and thoughts tumble
into waves rolling
to some faraway shore.
Eyes closed, I breathe easily.
I am still.