I never learned how to swim; nor did I have the inclination. I spent my life hurdling over puddles, leaving them in my past— with no anguish of drowning. It seems each puddle grew with despair and the water was no longer blue. For it was a shade of blue that only a few could name and would soon come to fathom. I've been forced to swim in the depths of this blue with no recollection of how it came to be. I feel I was pushed from behind without a warning, puncturing my soul along the way. I am not the same being as I once was but my intuition still remains. My fear of drowning is non-existent as I love this shade of blue. I compel this blue to reveal its name and all it says is you.


b.m