I stand at my stove, arms against the dark glass surface, watching the water in a pot.
I’m waiting for a rolling boil.
Momentarily lost water gazing, I watch me approaching the edge of the abyss.
What is that anyway? Can I stand there and face it? Resist falling into it?
If I fail, suffer a headlong dive in, where will I go? For reference, do I personally know
anyone who actually has been sucked into this bottomless chasm of infinite darkness?
More to the point, am I aware of anyone who has been there and come back?
I’ve read about so many. Ahab plummets in, as does Ishmael.
I hear my heart beat, smell sea air, taste ocean, touch eternity.
Hundreds of tiny bubbles now rise to the surface.
I used to raise fish, both saltwater and fresh, had as many as seven tanks once, before,
as my parents always said of my hobbies, my interest died, all those fish in heaven now.
The water roils, looks darker. Time to cook.
I’ve watched this pot boil, and I only have escaped to tell you.
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Happy #WriterSaturday, I hope your weekend is off to a good start. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read what you write. Really : )