I am drowning in black water.
To the right of me is a ball of white light
It is static and I have the feeling
it is watching me drown.
Struggling to reach the surface
I don’t know which way is up
I am almost out of air.
The ball of light is moving, I follow
My head breaks through the surface
Still, there is no light.
Air fills my lungs, I tread water
Looking for land, a chink of light in the darkness
The ball pops up beside me,
moving slowly. Again I follow.
The sand beneath my feet
I feel it between my toes
Falling to my knees, I close my eyes
I wonder if I have gone blind
Opening my eyes, I can see
the darkness changing, grey to white
There are no buildings, no trees, no people.
Turning around I see black water behind me
I feel a hand on my shoulder
The voice said, “Do not turn,
you cannot look upon me yet
It is not your time.”
I broke through the water for a second time
with the strong desire to live.
Whose hand had touched me,
stopped me from drowning?
I can only guess…