meander

my body has become soft

like an opening petal

as I float under the surface of the river

which is like a smashed mirror

showing a fragmented version of me

I reach out to touch it

but withdraw

unwilling to be drawn back

into the earthly dimension

where I will dry out

like a dolphin

I strain my ears to interpret 

the warped sound

where each bubble

conceals a hidden message

I swim on hungrily

with the soothing current

which carries me far downstream

fish brushing past my skin

curious at this alien invader

the water is dark, almost black

even though blocking out sunlight

it is not oppressive 

in fact, it aids the passage

into this alternate world

I imagine reaching the ocean

the salt water a shock at first

burning my tired body

and being washed on the rocky beach

like a piece of drift-wood 

so eventually I slide out

of my watery den

where time is unable to govern

and walk happily back home

like I have a new soul inside me

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

The idea of being trapped..doing some sort of battle with this luckier maybe version of yourself is a interesting dreamlike one to take into a poem. The bubbled messages, and the practical exhange of souls in the end carries a bizzaro world grin all over it.

I'm with it, I'm diggin it,