Letting Go

While it's often tempting to dwell upon what might have been, what's usually overlooked is that really and truly, it couldn't have. Because, invariably, any romanticized versions of how things "might have been," are based upon fictionalized versions of the past…they are illusions…which in reality are nothing.

MERMAID

Sometimes I like to slip
just beneath the water’s lip

to an embryonic place
where flesh suspends in liquid embrace

swirls of hair defiant of gravity
Try to swim free of rooted captivity

fingers of the water's hands brush my face
with a long lost lover’s gentle snake like pace.

voices incoherent from down under
Where sound distorts like a distant clap of thunder

light seeping from above in intermittentness
bending and refracting into perfect brokenness

The passing of time neither slow nor fast
I savor each breath as if it were my last.