Must Be Present To Wince

I come once more to explore
these words become purpose, maps
compass, light and air
to locate, illuminate, expose
the damaged vessel
hidden for a personal eternity
          below the surface
                    of my stormy sea.

Descending, awkward
like climbing a gravel pile in flippers
and now I forget
          why I am here
                    what I might gain
among those who have preceded.

And now I am breathing differently
as I drift downward
closer to the drowned face
sleepless eyes in perpetual stare
this is the place;
          drawn by cowardice and courage
to find my way
          out of the wreck