The whispering
started gently,
urging me to stop
lingering in the shallows,
to walk into the deep,
to have the courage
to go under the water
even in the moonless night
when the shadows lurked
and the rocks took on
shapes of all that I had ever feared
The whispering
screamed
to step out of the shade
of my heart’s unactioned yearning,
away from the air-conditioned
rationalisation of all my logic
and into the heat
of what I knew was the truth,
which had coursed through
my veins, beating
to the drum
of a beautiful
necessity.
