Sunday, February 8, 2009

#8 Mary 2009

Not Yet

Walking toward the door
I heard you call my name
But it was all in my head
Like a river pulling me along
A struggle to keep steady
Fearing the fall overboard
Then I go head first
Into the churning water
It’s supposed to be calming
Soothing in its own familiar way
Crying into the wind
It’s not the end

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