Step alone, in some cast breath, <br />The soak about your bare feet, <br />And when it swells up, don't move <br />Wait for the rise, <br />Duck your head beneath, <br />Embrace the icy sting <br /> <br />The pull shall drag you deep, <br />It's gained your ankle <br /> <br />And you forgot your last breath, <br />But it has you, and you wouldn't have it any other way, <br />Not when it pulls you under in such a manner, <br />Not when it has your calf, your thigh <br /> <br />And your light dress is ridden up about you.<br /><br />Naomi Maule<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-waters/
