Monday, April 9, 2012

Easter Gathering

What a blur,
what a stumble
this time thing,
these changes...

Awareness comes like
the moment when
a roiling river's torrent
spits you up to the surface...

You gulp a single breath
of air through your mouth,
catch a flash of sky and sunshine,
and hear someone yelling something
you can't make sense of
before the river rolls you back under...

Each time you break the surface
there's such incredible relief
followed immediately by panic.

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