Water

Those shiny spearmint blue 

Slowly semi and close again

Reassured of the all else

Hidden by the curtain 

Sat up by the serpentine whine

To relearn what once was so easy from the womb

Driven by natures whim

Yet held fast by fear

That the wracking might wreck

And all the work undone 

So slowly

With six hands of help

He sips 

One lung holds

Two release

And sympathy swallows