BY DAVIDMURRAYLAW@GMAIL.COM

Unanchored

 

 

Unanchored, Angelika Stielow, Hamburg, 2018

 

Like a boat detached
from its pier
I am languishing
in your lagoon

The water is not too deep
it is not too shallow
it is not too cold
but nor is it entirely comfortable

I am swimming in your pond
attempting to keep my head above water
paddling frantically
trying not to go under

I am a fish that
caught on a hook,
wants to be reeled in
at the same time as it struggles to wrest free

I am not a tadpole
this is not my first time
probably, it will not be the last
life is full of surprises.

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