I don't write much poetry, but I thought I'd post this and see how it goes.
Asaph
Riding the High Current
2002
I was in the waters once, and it breathes gray hazy in my mind, hidden behind the memories.
I dread recall it now and again, as circumstance demands, when living gets the best of me.
I bring it to mind now, as crystal as then, how the silhouetted branch knows not how to swim.
But letting loose the tangled grip, and riding the high current, safely it lands ashore once again.
Asaph
Riding the High Current
2002
I was in the waters once, and it breathes gray hazy in my mind, hidden behind the memories.
I dread recall it now and again, as circumstance demands, when living gets the best of me.
I bring it to mind now, as crystal as then, how the silhouetted branch knows not how to swim.
But letting loose the tangled grip, and riding the high current, safely it lands ashore once again.
