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