Poetry

Minutes before the sun sets,
 I jump into the turquoise,
I hear the splash twice,
each in a different tone,
I let my relaxed body drown
and hold my breath inside,
but the air kept in my lungs
pushes me upward to float,
so I let it out smoothly,
like a long thread of pearls
it goes up, instead of my body
which descends slowly like the sun.

I watch the pearls explode
on meeting the glassy dark surface,
My eyes close like seashells
and my body mimics a starfish,
the night veils the outside
and the water becomes my element.