The Shallows

Published March 27, 2024

I spend most days floating
in the shallows
Drifting shapeless in salted brine, content
at least
  not always but I hold my breath
to plumb the depths, diving deep deep down
through the tunnels and the chambers and the valves
those pipes of what I am
to uncover hidden places and the things that they contain
outlining intentions is vital
Or else forget the paths to the shapes
I wish to be since
the truth is
mostly I am weightless
in the shallows

Last modified March 27, 2024  #poetry   #creative 

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