So Ordinary

I see myself in my grave,
eyes peering through diffusion of light
from a summer sky,
piercing through blue waters
breathing into my lungs,
sinking down the sea bed,
bubbles rising up the surface
to a reality
of children and adults at play,
their laughters receding, fading,
their feet murking the pretty scene.

As the surface moved away
and water replaced air,
I didn't cry out like Icarus,
my splash, unlike Williams, was noticed
but misunderstood.
Alone in the beach floor,
I spent the last moments
reflecting,
how my death
was so ordinary.