Writer and Leftist

I dreamt of you by a river disrobing in ordinary solitude the water rose around your skin you told the moment as it happened words my ears could not read but I felt the weight the pensiveness as the drink washed over your shoulders and past your hips

you reached midstream tread while your face betrayed a mind in deep brooding

this was an ideal haunting you deep in a dream primal, wondrous and just out of reach

everyday I ask myself when I will become the person I said I could be once I got to where I was

years ago

and then I remember how we are kept grasping for Snell

our breath suspended the moment reaped from womb

unwalkable limbs needing to swim lungs filling with fear of the quick and unspectacular

decades spent trying not to fall into an abyss

we give our lives to survival and never think to thrive