Screaming crashing flashing
surging drumming thundering
Skyward hands and raptured face
Truth eyes gaze unmoving from this frame.
Dragging me under and I don’t want to fight it
Then lifting me up and carrying me
but not like waves
In the other direction
like a rip
But I’m not going to swim to the side
like I should.
I’m going to let the warm sea wash me away.
Truth eyes gaze unmoving
A captured instant shows
Makes me shiver
Led on a rope (gently)
(First published in Heartland)