sinking (20170210)

we swim in dark waters
under storm-black skies
the sound of waves
disguising the direction
of land

we grasp buoys and anchors
with our hands
unable to discern them
from one another

under the water
there is no sky
and you must sink
to stand again

this is the way
this is the way
this is the way

7 thoughts on “sinking (20170210)”

  1. The last three lines take me back to when I was swimming in a lake. There were birds flying overhead. I was in my back in the water. The birds’ cawing sounded as if they were repeating the words, “Prepare for Armageddon.” They said this a few times.

    Flash forward to the Trump presidency! Chills, baby. Chills.

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