Reaching The Ultimate

Scared to death to swim 

In a vast slimy pool

Of vicious crocodiles,

Afloat on its calm surface

Like pious saints silent,

Meditative, self-absorbed,

Representing incarnations 

Of innocence,

But I could ferret out

Their cruel half-closed eyes 

Glittering 

Suffused with pure wile

With malice and virulence,

Sending turbulent waves of terror 

Into my innermost being,

Making me shiver,

Then out of those treacherous depths

Arose a trident, matted hair,

A crescent moon

And full of exuberance,

And an ecstasy inexpressible

In human speech

I dived into the pool,

And as I raised my strong

Resolute, irrepressible head

Out of that slimy surface,

I found they had all disappeared

Leaving no trace whatsoever behind.