My life is spent treading water,
trying to keep my chin high enough
to evade the water’s cool grasp
that traces swirl patterns
along the side of my face
and beckons me to come under.
I kick my feet harder against the feathery current.
If I tilt my head
I can see the horizon,
a faded pencil line
sealing the corners of my vision,
grey and smudged from too many attempts
at erasing it.
My legs go slack.
My entire body submerges,
succumbing to the riptide.
It throws a dart at my head
and all the thoughts burst out :
I breathe them in and blow out bubbles.
They tell me to bid adieu.
I do,
I do.
His children’s feet pitter patter
and I hear their laughter,
mellifluous ha-ha’s coming straight
from their bellies.
An adieu is too harsh,
too grating against the mouth.
So I murmur a soft auf wiedersehen
and let the water fold me into its embrace.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
My life is spent treading water,
trying to keep my chin high enough
to evade the water’s cool grasp
that traces swirl patterns
along the side of my face
and beckons me to come under.
I kick my feet harder against the feathery current.
If I tilt my head
I can see the horizon,
a faded pencil line
sealing the corners of my vision,
grey and smudged from too many attempts
at erasing it.
My legs go slack.
My entire body submerges,
succumbing to the riptide.
It throws a dart at my head
and all the thoughts burst out :
I breathe them in and blow out bubbles.
They tell me to bid adieu.
I do,
I do.
His children’s feet pitter patter
and I hear their laughter,
mellifluous ha-ha’s coming straight
from their bellies.
An adieu is too harsh,
too grating against the mouth.
So I murmur a soft auf wiedersehen
and let the water fold me into its embrace.
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