Fresh Air

I never put much thought
into where I’d find my next lung full.
I just knew I needed
to wrap my web of limbs
around whatever stone shone,
lonely,
at the bottom of the well.
So I fell..
Without a plan,
or a sight of steady hands.
On my own,
I almost swam,
but never neared dry land.
With assistance,
the trip turned crystal clear.
And I witnessed a glimpse
of ships drifting,
stripped of fear.