The Plunge
Immersed in fathoms understood
by only those who seek the night
I fear that sadness overtakes
and wonder when there will be light
This plunge, an unexpected course
as unexpected as a chill
So often, takes me by surprise
and always it’s against my will
It seems that just when sun sits high
and clouds have sailed so far away
That waves of rogue and winds of steel
conspire to submerge my day
And yet, though sunken by this storm
I still find thoughts to rearrange
As hope still floats at every turn
in knowing that this too will change
1/22/23
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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