Twenty eight seconds under water.

I held my breath
for twenty eight seconds
And then the month was gone
I drowned my sorrows
all through spring
Waiting for summer
season to begin.

Whilst swimming under water
With my Little wings
Ducks bobbing and weaving past
showing me their webbed feet.

And that the sky hadn’t fallen down
And a gosling waddling past
asked me what I think.

A sweep came along
And sat down beside
With a copper kettle for tea
And we had a series of discussions.

About what kind of hat to wear
Whilst sipping tea
taking the mountain air
and sailing wooden
boats down the stream.