Estuary

Just a little poem I wrote on a whim a couple weeks ago.

Estuary

Between two worlds I linger.
Across the divide, I swirl
in the currents where rainbows meet.
The life of one water meets the life of another,
and the meeting means death
save for the few who choose to be reborn.
I twist in one, then in the other,
playing with death on each side.
Currents drag me down
and down, and I see
the face of Chaos
and she bursts
my heart