Thanatos

March 22, 2017
1 min read

Last Updated on April 12, 2024 by Candice Landau

I have not felt this way
Since those Wednesday afternoons
Age seven, art class
And the smell of chlorine
Granny and the cousins
My stomach alive with nerves
The definition of excited.

Someone close to me
Used to ask
Are you excited
Repeatedly, in hope
I told him I grew up
I don’t get excited
I look forward to things.
It didn’t work out.

A year later
I found you
And this unpredictable obsession
Rose like the sun
a Mary Oliver poem
A capital T truth
The language of my heart
An out of body experience
Unpredictable.

Yes,
My heart said
I’m seeking more now
And it may be
the abyss
The deep dive into death
A crew without a name.

Candice Landau

I'm a PADI Master Scuba Diver Trainer, a lover of marine life and all efforts related to keeping it alive and well, a tech diver and an underwater photographer and content creator. I write articles related to diving, travel, and living kindly and spend my non-diving time working for a scuba diving magazine, reading, and well learning whatever I can.

About Candice

I'm a South African expat living in the USA and traveling, well, everywhere. Obsessed diver, learner, maker, reader and writer. Follow along as I get you the inside scoop on where to dive, what to eat (and drink) and how to travel better and lighter!

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