Swimming on solid ground, or Walking through deep water (if) It's all the same in a head game-- That's what the mind's for, Clouding up actions 'til clouds gather in overreaction and second-guessing spasms Rain down on motivation-- Drowning the deepest chasms 'til heads are swimming the world upended hair distended compass falters, Until no one knows if they are Swimming on solid ground, or Walking through deep water.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
thanks,
dan
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen