After Drowning
When I found the perfect pebble
after looking all day long
I turned it over in my hands
with reverence like a psalm
Rolling roughly down the river
it had changed it's power surge
no longer forcing fate along
it learned instead to merge.
I had in mind a painted weight
to hold my poems down,
covered all in daisies or flying fish
or clowns,
But time stood still upon my face
a oneness filled the air
I knew it must not leave this place
and so I left it there.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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