I woke up drowning yesterday
–I’d gone to sleep the night before
turtle-like on the ocean floor–
Forty fathoms in, and still waiting;
Every day I breathe in oceans,
throw my arms wide
so the wind can catch me,
search for lost gods
in dime store baubles,
study reflections
in muddy puddles;
Every day I hear
symphonies written by ghosts
memories of strangers
dissolved in whispers:
I woke up drowning yesterday
and you were there
But did you push me in
or pull me out?
I sometimes think
if I could find
a way to tear these
old walls down
I might find what I’m looking for
in the rubble and the ruin
I woke up drowning yesterday,
and someone saved me;
It could have been you.
– T.H. (Feb. 1, 2018)
New poem built from the bones of 3 older poems: I woke up drowning / Sleeping underwater, Forty Fathoms, & There’s a trick to painting water
Beautiful poem. Well done.
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Love it.
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