I slide into a kelp sea.

My hair entwines with grass and urchins.

I am their forest. Little things hide in my cupped hands.

Safe from storms and sun,
Wild things find solace as I slip to the bottom.

Free from any anchor, I am now able to finally

Breathe.

Katherine Darlington enjoys writing poetry, and has poetry, articles, and short stories in various publications. See more of her work at www.katherinedarlington.com.