SUBMERGED

By Lola Ridge

I have known only my own shallows —

Safe, plumbed places,

Where I was wont to preen myself.

But for the abyss

I wanted a plank beneath

And horizons...

I was afraid of the silence

And the slipping toe-hold...

Oh, could I now dive

Into the unexplored deeps of me —

Delve and bring up and give

All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,

That is yet the best.