I Couldn't See The Moon

I watched the woman with the pink pretty boots standing, trying to decide whether or not to jump but she jumped And so I jumped.

Beneath the calm I saw her            kick and writhe I went below too as if I’d be able to join her although I knew I’d see her again on the surface so I breathed air, looked up, and saw the night the light, full and round, readying my words my mouth to exclaim, as if I’d been the one true discoverer, “Look! There’s the moon!” but I couldn’t shout. I couldn’t lay claim. My eyes found only fog, as if behind a milky gauze.