John Biscello

As a child,

they had tried to scare her

with stories of Jaws,

and other undersea dangers.

Her mother wanted her to be safe,

which meant keeping her as close to shore

as possible.

Now, out there, alone, bobbing,

she clearly understood

just how vast and unforgiving a mother

the sea was, or could be,

and how, by radical turn,

she had become the water baby,

unafraid to submerge. 

#46 from Untitled Film Poems

Image by Cindy Sherman