Beneath the Surface

Child in the pond,

Water warm, water clear,

Dragging are Feet,

Gentle a pillow of mud.

Beneath the surface,

Water’s subconscious,

Sediment stirs,

Demons awaken,

Carry their murk,

Clarity frightened,

Forward now confused,

Giggles from above,

Child splashes and plays,

In his fatigue,

Steps out of the water.

Remaining murk,

Lingers and calls,

I wonder how long,

Before my clarity returns.

 

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