The water was turbulent
The color of ink
Murky and foreboding
I prayed for time
I jumped into the fray
Searching
My arms and legs moved quickly like tentacles
Hoping for a connection
I sensed her
Reaching
I held her
She panicked and flung herself from my grasp
I felt her
Slide past, descending into her watery grave of a dreamless rest
© Cynthia Martz 2013
4/27/13
