...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

15. Swimming.

The current pulled me along the shore,
My wife and children on the beach.
I saw them grow smaller as I swam.
If they watched me I couldn't tell.
The sky lowered.

I bodysurfed a wave. 
Head resurfaced, I looked their way,
Drifting, their bodies and faces indistinct.
I did not wave, I was not drowning,
Sound was muted by waterfed ears.

I tried to swim against current
Back to where I entered the ocean.  
It has great force in it, and I am
Suspended in unconscious will.
I am riding the thing of it

It releases that was welcomed elsewhere,
My family a blur of gray and blue
On a dull yellow strip,
Beautiful and tiny.
My head is a dot.

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