Currents
Currents
There are currents
That ran me into fallen trees,
Cracking me open
Face down in the mud
Gasping for air flopping
Onto my back watching
The clouds float by untouched,
Like giant ballet dancers
In tune with something unseen.
Whirlpools dark and deep
Took me in suddenly
And held me circling
Over and over again,
Like fearful thoughts
And relentless dark dreams,
That force awakening
And lift me from dread
Each morning as sun
Lights open windows.
I struggled to escape
Only to be trapped
In backwaters so far away
I could barely feel the pull.
Swimming dangerously tired
Towards the faint flow.
Tumbling down
To the endless horizon,
Being pulled under again
Reaching out one last time,
I caught a current
So strong and deep it lifted
Me over the monstrous rocks,
Like riding a dragon
Into the stillness so bright,
That even a glimpse
Shifted my life forever.
Paul David Walker
May 27, 2012
Copyright © Paul David Walker | Year Posted 2015
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