Drifting :: prev :: next :: I went swimming down at the shore. It was quite refreshing I hadn't gone swimming in so long. I slowly worked my wait out far as I usually do. I noticed that I was drifting down shore but it somehow seemed okay. But then I lost sight of my landmarks the sands once well known were gone. But it didn't seem to matter the water was so cool and so deep. I thought perhaps I wouldn't go back maybe I would stay out here forever. I reveled in the thought everything I had known began to blur and fade away. And the cool, deep waters were so pleasant melting away all the concerns of my heart. Then I heard a voice calling from shore it somehow sounded familiar to me. I looked to locate the shore yet the horizon was cool and blue in every direction. Then I heard more voices calling they were warning me of danger. I began to swim towards the voices somehow I was compelled. I began to see the shore it hadn't changed as much as I had thought. I then lost strength my arms and legs ceased to move. The people on the shore began to throw something at me they looked like life preservers. I mustered my strength I reached for one. It held me up for a while but then it began to disintegrate as if made of tissue paper. More life preservers were thrown I was suddenly surrounded. Some lasted longer than others but all were destined to melt in the cool waters. Oh, the cool, deep waters they began to sing to me again. They sing a soft, soothing song one that penetrates my soul. Yet these voices still call out they still try to persuade me to come in. They throw at me their attempt at rescue yet I find nothing lasting, much to my indifference. So here I am, floating, drifting, listening to the voices of the shore and the ocean. Wondering how long I'll stay out here wondering if I will ever get back to shore. If you see me when you pass by you might throw something in, if you'd like. © 1998 (29 april) john r. chase
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