slipping under

I don't remember ever feeling this sad before. Its like all past
sadnesses have accumulated and now attach themselves to my wrists and ankles
like weights. The yoga teacher gently pushes my shoulders into the ground and tells me I'm carrying burdens and worries around with me. My 7 year old nephew leans his little body into me, completely unaware that he is throwing me a lifeline. I am drowning, it seems. I'm not going to write for a while, not until I feel better. It could be days, or maybe weeks. But I will not journal this apparent descent, only the upturn of
the tide, when I finally start to swim again.