And I Found Myself Drowning…

I woke up

And I found myself drowning.

The ripples from where I had fallen,

The billowing waves above me.

So, I caught my breath, anchored it to my throat

and

My fear faded–

husked to the silt, and held

By the tide which lilted 

me into a solace memory

Where rocks would not grow upon them new moss,

And the morass around it would not dry enough

To let the milkweed see the light of sun–

That is where I was lain.

In the densest of shadows, and under the

Darkest of nighttime skies, I settled into 

Comforting memories of

1. The tall grass which beckoned me forward

2. The thicket I would hide in as a child,

3. And the ceiling fan which nearly saw itself to pieces at the speed it could barely maintain

I woke up,

And from window I could hear

The world as it was…

And I found myself drowning.