Caught in the undertow; whirling maddeningly in the merciless surf.
Tossed against the rocks,
The sharp, jagged edges of uncertainty.
Gasping for air, I am met with gulps of choking salt,
Suffocating on the brine of my own tears.
Imperiling my soul as I tumble,
Fumble, awkwardly stumble
Begging for a solid foothold; a living breath.
Hazarding my spirit by flailing
Failing, awkwardly sailing
As I am washed further from land into the unknown depth.
With what has peevish Neptune taken umbrage
That he should annihilate
All semblance of serenity?
What underwater leviathan has awoken in a rage,
Only to wreak havoc
On ship and shore?
Searching for a tether, something on which to cling
As my tenuous grip on life slips knot by knot.
A branch, a rope, a word, a look…
Anything with which to steady myself and regain equanimity.
Yet the more I clutch at nothing, the more violently I hurtle through
The dark chasms of the heart and mind.
Surrendering to the undertow of the unknown.
And as I somersault through obscurity, I find I gain momentum.
Until it is the world that is circumvolving again
And I stand…still.
© 2012, Rebecca Ash. All rights reserved.