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I dove.
But first I was enticed by the icy water at my toes.
I know she is from whence i’ve come, i’ve been told
by the neighbor’s white pine.
I waded in, called.
I sent my family away to screams and squeals
of playground equipment awakening, us all.
This first summer’s day still in May, Pachama
paying no mind to what others assign her name
her being belittles expectations.
I sent them away to be alone
with this cold mother,
fathomless wonder.
I needed to go under.
I marveled at the murk - unfettered
yet for the season, My fear just as ambiguous.
I pushed through.
Until my feet were clear beneath the surface.
Still hesitating, laughter rose as the waves
playfully threatened to do the job
themselves. i let them prepare me
like so many dreams in dimly lit chambers
attendants & anointments unnamed
and without faces.
I plunged.
Embraced, submerged, divine.
I baptized myself,
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