I didn’t want to touch the bottom
all the muck and messy weeds
tangled there to pull me down
in to the shallows
It didn’t matter that the sun’s
scorch in the big blue made
the lake’s call beyond inviting
to feel the great cool of it
My teeth hurt in the think
of the muck, toes squishing
at the edge shivering a tense
feeling of ‘I don’t think so.’
Get me into the boat fast
Fast to skim the surface there
Out into the deep cool above
the slime in the way below
Through the Lily pads and
cat tails waving in the summer
breeze their roots all in the
tangle of my avoidance
I ignore the metaphor of this
Of what I can’t see in life
below the surface of living
of the walk into the depths
In the muck and slime of it
when my teeth hurt and
my heart knows all that tangle
in the way below growing
What to know of life’s lake is
that out of it all in the mess of it
grow the lilies and the cat tail
called up to the sun and sky
And on the beauty of the surface
below lives the twist and snarl
of where is all came from to
rise and show their splendor
I don’t have to like the mush of it
The pull of my feet into the dark
tangle of weeds and roots feeling
my invasion, hungry for me
And I can give myself to how the
dark deep lets the light pull what
desires to flower up to the Sun
and float on the surface joyfully
Lovely my Dear!!
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A great morning read before heading to my first conference meeting. Here’s to all the muck and all the flowers alike!
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thanks…xo
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