On Taking the Watery Plunge

you could dig yourself a smooth-edged open grave

or find the garden for your eventual scattering

and place a chiseled stone or etched plaque there

with your name and birth date and a dash

then you could visit this truthspace when your ego’s adrift or

every day even and touch your dimensional name

maybe make a rubbing with black crayon and charcoal paper

say hello to your once and future self

being gentle with what was which is still yet to be

and giving thanks for what is and has now slipped away

or you could find a pool,

a river, an ocean

and plunge

yourself in,

or rather

be plunged

by mystery’s invitation

and drown to yourself today and breath under water this future

living now into tomorrow what already was not yet

free from your intestinal fear at the very first shovel of dirt

and contemplation of your underground sepulcher

or the sight of the flower in the garden

that grows blue from the minerals in your bones