Never Going Scuba Diving
I hope I never have to rack my brain
Searching for an anecdotal life story
Witty and worthy of a first day of class
Distinguishing me from the next boring
Weathered face walking with a backpack
I hope I never wonder if I should scuba dive
Or contemplate the shock factor
Of bungee jumping off a cliff
Hoping to impress some stiff
At the next networking event
I hope I never romanticize too much
Nor take for granted
The soft and slow calm
Of a mediocre middle class mom
I always tried my best
Earmarked mistakes on the test
Then apologized as I pulled them
Close to my chest
I hope I never try to compare myself
To the next person living their truth
When I climbed into a cenote in Mexico
It’s because I had something to prove
In a commercial search for actualization
I let myself be lowered and then raised
By the hands of people working for less
Than they should have been paid
I hope I never wake up before the rest
An eager beaver in a silken gown
And curse the one who wears the crown
Watch the waves break the beach
To see if stability is still in reach
For even if it’s out of range
And even if I must grieve
I hope I never pass away
Because I forgot to breathe