Thursday, December 30, 2010

And How Are You?

“How are you?”
Echoes across the unattended miles of space
And fended off by quick faux smiles
“Good…”
The words skipping off the surface
Tense and defensive
Like a stone
Flat and worn
Cast across some lake superior
Whose volumous depth hold
Secrets, stories, and worlds
Unprobeable
Unreachable
Inexpressible
As the stone skidders to the safety of the far shore
And we secretly pray for some swirling vortex
Yearning for some wanton whirlpool
To open up
And draw us down
Down and in until
We live more fully in the drowning.
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