Thursday, September 13, 2012

Anchor


How does it feel
to be an anchor in the sea
made of shiny solid metal but not tree?
It's not sipping a cup of  tea
in a dressing gown, you see?
Was travelling
chained to a boat
made its journey
then drops down with heaviness
sinking down
au fond drown
getting lower and lower and lower and
slower and slower and slower
and almost reaching
poised
to rediscover the playfulness
in the water
and easily
pulled up again.
Time to go
there comes the
flow!

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