Oct 2018
Floating, head's up, afloat
one with mud
grass and whatnot
Didn't even notice the smell
No thing makes my skin crawl
What's to come? My mind draws a blank
In my mind, racing, tracing along the bank
Noticing, not feeling
Seeing, not watching
Under the gentle sun evening
This hour,
over biscuits and tea families gather
My heart has sunk, somewhere
somewhere... drown in this dark water
muddled, and riddled
cold... cool cold water...
Small hands grabbing strong strands,
feet in sunk in pulling sands
Let this be my habitat...
until everything lays flat
Until my heart...
restarted to the start
...
