Aquarian

Filed under: Poetry — 10 August 2002 @ 6:12 pm

Splash!
Water moistens the skin.
A stroke, another, onward,
as my head bobs up, more water.
A non-terrestial future forges ahead
But back I cannot tread.
Struggling to find out life
on my own, alone, forlorn.
The horizon is blue, almost green
though a few gulls add to the sea
nesting down upon unaware fish
“This life will be a tasty dish!”

August 10, 2002
Fort Collins, CO

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