It's a reflex action I am told,
much like wanting to love, to be loved.
Neither really is good for living underwater.
So much for reflex.
According to The 13th, consciousness always tries to rise above reflex- like
hope's imagery - like doves - or grass - like choral sounds of ascension. These are only
imagery though. Just like The 13th...
Real understanding embraces both the ascension and the descent - in order to learn - to survive - to correct the situation.
So what if I swam downwards? -
perhaps I was looking for the drainplug.
I would miss her to hear
goodbye, and so I avoided hellos.
It's a pointless situation to explain now - I was wrong. That is that. It was a direction i took - a decision - a path - a reflex - a mistake.
And like every captain - here, too, is my ship. It's a flooded highway and always will be, until land...
like air
inside a tincan - like hope inside the heart - there is buoyancy
The water rushes through empty crevasses.
Two pump. Hope floats. And everyone,
whether they admit it or not,
is wet.
One if by land, two if by sea,
three if there's a god
watching over you and me.
I am leaving the past, and
guided by current.
I have set for the lighthouse - not her face, but her heart.
What maps shall I bring but the stars at night and the will to sail??
Perhaps a strawberry or
the gentle curve of her back.
I am dreaming and blind. I
have seen too much.
...and yet still,
I need her eyes.
I need her touch.
Original writing ©1998 Bob Rehor
