Depth

I’m floating on the ebb-tide. I’m resting in brine.
I’m resting at the bottom of the beach.
Can we go lower, God
deeper into the sea? I’m trying to learn the way
down. Weighed down. Way down.
No longer buoyant.
Diving, let go the air in strings of silver bubbles
let go, let be. There’s so much depth
around the rapture.
Deep trenches lined with deeper secrets, pressure
weight of water pressing down
down on my head—
sole, flatfish, flounder, floundering flattened soul.
Lord, is this what it takes to learn
humility?