Sunday, March 21, 2010

Mother to Father


I dive into this amber green pond that is you
Slowly carried along by a gentle surge
Sliding through iridescent waters

As the surge quickens it becomes impossible to
Distinguish myself from the water, the sky, the shore,
Or the ever-increasing rhythm of the movement

Screeching out of delight and fear
Of this inescapable pull
I uselessly grasp at branches hanging into the water
From the large silent trees along the shore

These slip through my hands as I am irrevocably carried along,
Eddying and slowing only momentarily before the final descent
Where I am falling, falling, falling endlessly only to land once again in your amber green sea
-Christiane Stefanoff




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