Day 259: Tread

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there was a sweet island
whereon i took my rest
while the waters raged around me.

i caught my breath there.

i grew land-legs
and drank from vines
and adorned my hair
with jasmine
and sun

until it dipped low, beneath the horizon

and dusk,
that was resplendent
and forever,

suddenly gave no more light.

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and now?

do i swim again?

 

to bathe where dangers in dark waters lie?
to tread where maelstroms stir?
to dive where there is no end to the deep?

 

what does one do
when the haven’s shore has been so coursed

and coursed

and coursed

to make a moat about it

and comfort begins to corrode
the very child that it bore?

 

is it not time then
to seek the estranged lands
and with bounty
return

to plant anew on arid sands?

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