Statuesque
At the lip of a pool of my sorrow
Metal shield at my chest
Arms at my sides, no sword
Only prepared for defense.
I crouched, peered in
Tried silencing the songs of crows and pests
So as to hear the beating of my heart,
Untangle the ambivalence
And leaned forward, hesitantly
One hand on my back, one hand on my breast.
A deliberate dip of the toes,
A mindful whiff of the scents
Produced tears, without diving in,
And I still was present
To the sorrow, deep sorrow
Awaiting my descent.
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