Amniosentience

i. The Escape

Asleep. Awake. I feel the clay.
The mud around my face: the choke.
The glue, the cloy. Holding. Asleep.
Awake, the mud still there. I’m held.
I see the black: it’s all around.
I try to look beyond the deep.
I dive. I delve. I reach. I search.
I see a bright, a hue, a light.
I grab and take a hold of this,
this new below, this new around.
Asleep. Awake. I search again.
Again I take my blinded hold.
I pull. I pull and now it’s here.
The light is in my face. I see.
Asleep. Awake. The dirt slides off.
I observe. I observe. The pink.