Monday, 16 March 2009

• Flowing with no destination,
  Floating... I am conscious of the gentle push of the current.
  Tadpoles, snakes, insects, all swim beneath and around me
  And although my body is a nusiance, a disturbance in their calm environment,
  I barely notice them close to me.
  If they could see my face, perhaps they would feel sorry for me
  Or break down in tears
  Or mistake my blank stare as ignorance, or find me threatening.

  However they feel about me floating down this stream doesn't matter.
  With their tiny mouths and feet, they scoop me away
  Until there is nothing left of me but a sponge-like being.

  And how in love I am with their tiny mouths.

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