Deeper...It might not be as it seems.
It may not be death. It maybe a state of mind...or just a situation. But it's probably death. Not a very cheerful post, but I like it anyway.
Deeper
Water, loose around her feet, she wades,
Deep to her ankles, deep to her knees,
Deep enough to soak her heart.
Maybe islands, maybe clouds,
Out beyond her line of vision.
Something on the other shore,
Something more than nothing,
Closer every step.
Her skirt swirls, paisley in the tidal flow,
Panties, dry on the shore behind.
The current streams between her legs.
She knew somehow the massive sea
Would enter her.
One way or the other.
In amongst the weeds and slime and sea and decomposing fish,
She confesses as the water rises to her breast,
I’ve never felt so clean.
Ocean water on her tongue,
Drops of sour salt in her mouth,
She thinks of him,
And keeps walking.
Deeper.
posted by Jon @ 12:01 PM
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3 Comments:
Depressing, yet lovely.
Glad to see you're back.
Deeper, huh. It feels like an obsession. A state of being where she steps in knowing exactly what she is doing. She feels the rush of it all around her and in her and pouring out of her. And it might not be as it seems because when she gets there she is left with only it....the obsession.
Your work is a treasure, great, blah, blah, yada, yada....what I say everytime I come here. The best thing I know to say without sounding like a broken record is that I always seem to connect to it in some human way. Thank you for sharing it, Jon.
Truth be told, apart from the obvious, it's more like a woman about to enter a relationship with a person who she knows is not good for her.
Thanks for your notes.
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