I am thrust.
I dive and am baptised, wholly immersed.
I crash into waves that peak and descend,
crash back on themselves,
and repeat.
... drum-like, in pattern, rhythmic.
I leap, plummeting from the edge of a cliff that is itself plunged from
heavenly heights into oceanic depths.
I mimic it's rocky drop, arcing, in solo high-dive.
I make a splash.
I breast-stroke, submerged beneath the current, fish-like, amphibious. Aquatic.
I swim, crawl, am pitched and flung,
then glide.
... liquid, fluid, freestyle.
I dip, and am steeped.
I strengthen the water. It swells up my fibres in return,
as conversion, through osmosis.
I dive again, dolphinesque,
flip,
out of the water and into the fire.
I
Am
Thrust.