Haunted Waters Poem by Naomi Maule

Step alone, in some cast breath,
The soak about your bare feet,
And when it swells up, don't move
Wait for the rise,
Duck your head beneath,
Embrace the icy sting

The pull shall drag you deep,
It's gained your ankle

And you forgot your last breath,
But it has you, and you wouldn't have it any other way,
Not when it pulls you under in such a manner,
Not when it has your calf, your thigh

And your light dress is ridden up about you.