Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Another Day Drowning

Another Day Drowning

The rain came again and it looks
I’m up to my neck. Limbs heavy,
wish to float. Rising to surface,
after submerged, I gasp for breath.
I wipe water like buckets of tears,
so I see you again, envision memory
of what we had. The sun lowers, angles
and shines a blinding sheen. I can’t wait
for darkness to take me to the river bed.

You swum so well for all the years
our child minds dreamed a wide ocean.
Passing ships of any size, variety, gleamed.
Witnessed you ride waves effortless, while I
bob and thrash, try not ingest in my lungs.
Water isn’t clean, as when we were young.

Clouds swell on the horizon. Say a prayer
I’m here to greet another day, drowning.


6.20.22



Getting old is all. I know my time could be nearing, without having lived like I dared dream.