Saturday, June 19, 2021

Fresh Water

 I’m submerged in dark water. 

A sloppy sea of thoughts, emotions 

and the rolling currents of time, 

knowledge, events. 


The daily world softens in strange 

half  breaths of water and air. The ache 

in my chest is receding and growing, 

keeping rhythm with insisting water. 


It is water moving toward and against 

with my landscape's character responding 

in slow change, unexpected vistas. It is water 

giving up a question,

Are any of us really free to choose?




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