An Otter

An Otter

Creeping quietly enough you could have seen it, too.
I went through a very severe period of depression.
A chemical imbalance, this was the diagnosis.

Looking for a cliff high enough, I stumbled on a stream.
The poets do it this way -- that was my actual thought.
Much water in the lungs, this will surely work.

Should I disrobe first? That note I left on the fridge.
For a moment I wondered if I said everything necessary.
My shirt on a branch, snapped it -- CRACK --

A ripple in the water startled me, an otter looking up.
It quit with the fussing on its belly, and peered at me.
Then, diving away, I felt waves rush against my chest.

A chemical imbalance, this was the diagnosis.
I went through a very severe period of depression.
Creeping quietly enough you could have seen it, too.

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