April 3, 2014

Going Under

After the procedure,
you're there
to drive me home.
In a fog, someone warns
I should take it easy, 
stay down 
for as long as I can.

We roll up
into the driveway.
"We're here," you smile,
as if I might never
have noticed.
Taking my hand,
you lead me down
beside the water,
reminding me
there's nothing 
at all to fear.

But I'm still deep 
within the shadow,
not knowing how
I might ever get back,
wondering where 
I'll be going,