a poem a day for a year #55

there is a line of words that string us together

like anchors dragging the bottom of some deep water

wet heavy

frozen like wreckages

not the maiden voyages

long lost dread


and the words float up

in the shimmer sunshine ribbons

hope and please and fear

and dear god let us




Please open your eyes when you are swimming up towards the surface.

Please prepare to pierce the fear.

Please stare at the sun.