Finding Strength in Poetry: Recovery Crone's Take on 'Breathing Underwater'

And then one day- and I still don't know how it happened- the sea came without warning, without welcome, even not sudden and swift, but a shifting across the sand like wine, less like the flow of water than the flow of blood, slow but coming, slow but flowing like an open wound. And I thought of flight and I thought of drowning, and I thought of death. And while I thought the sea crept higher till it reached my door- and I knew then there was neither flight nor death, nor drowning- that when the sea comes calling, you stop being neighbors well acquainted, friendly at a distance neighbors, and you give your house for a coral castle and you learn to breathe underwater.