My second poem for today’s Daily Prompt from The Daily Post: Flow
Flow-er
©March 11th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
When life tosses a few rocks
I plunge into the stream
Hold my breath, and
Submerge in my subconscious.
Sometimes, I fear I’ll
Never emerge.
Sometimes, I poke my head out,
Disapprove strongly
Shake my head,
Dodge the pebbles
And plunge in again.
Sometimes, I wish
I would never have to
Re-emerge.
The depths draw me
Mysteriously, their dark hands
Pulling me down.
I imagine lying on my back
On a continental shelf
Watching a watery sun
Shine, tremulous and
Tentative, from a great height,
Breaking uncertainly into
Threads of light over
An endless heave of
Brine and blue.
And I borrow the peace
And terror from the greater
Deeps falling away
Beyond my ken.
And a strange knowing
Forms, buds, and blooms
As I flow ever downward.
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