The Lakebed of Life

Into the net goes the fish
Sliding into it headlong
Faster and faster to get to the end
Suddenly stopped with knowing it was wrong

No room to turn, no going back
Shoulder to shoulder with my like
Crowded and squeezing to go ahead
Racing to climb and leap over the dike

A cool pond with water resting
Plants relaxing and waving gently
Calm pools to rest with wavering gills
Sleeping on the bed contentedly

The threads of the net pull suddenly upward
Surrounding you as you sleep
No way to run upstream or down
Slipping around but inside you’ll keep

The process is one of a final design
Some freedom allowed temporally
Swimming the width of the lake allowed
But only to return eventually

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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