The Poetry Corner

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.