a poem a day for a year #55

by Amy Turn Sharp


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

just

live

 

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

Please prepare to pierce the fear.

Please stare at the sun.