It’s a swirling pond that I’m swimming in
Just drifting along and around
A green plant floats by with a limb
Never quite coming aground

The water is calm, it’s surface benign
I pass by with the other flotsam
Other pieces float and spin before and behind
Wandering freely just as I am

The river is slow but always on the move
Into the ocean where it will disperse
Towards the end of its run of its riverbed groove
I’ll drift along accepting this curse

Into the expanse of calmer seas
Floating more slowly than ever before
Riding the waves with a slight breeze
No notice taken as I wash from the shore

Only I question what I see, where I go
Will I return from this fanciful ride
Disappearing over the waves so slow
Following the calmest wash of the tide

All is silent, no noises to hear now
Even the waves have come to a halt
I have no vessel, no wave washed brow
Just flat water, no churning assault

In quietness I lay me to sleep
Drifting along without a forecast
Floating above the ocean so deep
Wondering how long this silence will last

Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

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