Drowning upward

I am shipwrecked by you.
Tangled in your seaweed.
Tossed by your waves.
Never certain if it is undertow,
or emotion,
that grabs and pulls my ankle
toward you.

I cannot define this crash of mine.
It is like unexpected water
with sudden chance of fish.
Changeable like the weather,
but startlingly beautiful
in places not prepared
for color.

My eyes are dazzled by reflections
millions of splashes
that ride concentric circles
around me and through my fingers.
My heart is becoming salt-water
lighter than I have ever felt
in my little pond.

It matters not, if I see the moon,
or am captured by the sun.
For I am equally certain that
they merely frame a reverence for
the passing of time
while I tread water
deciding if I am about to drown
or learn, at last, to swim.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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