The Pool

At the bottom of a clear, blue pool, I sit... Indian-style... Holding my breath...

It's quite and tranquil under the water.

All my troubles are gone.

They all loom above the water.

All the arrows and bullets are deflected, and no one knows where I am.

In slow-motion I frail. It seems I am safe from even myself.

Tiny bubbles escape from my nose, as the urge to breathe becomes more intense.

I wish I could hold my breath forever.

Wish I could stay here... At the bottom of this pool.