Entry 51715- The Serpent

It kills me to be this way,

One foot on earth.

Afraid of entering the deep,

Least stable in my element.

The line between



Here/back there.

The invisibly present past

waits like a snake,


for the scent of my presence.

Like a thief, he slips in and out

into the here, now

from where I don’t wish to remember-

An interruption. 

An assault on my elemental stride.

The flow I was born to take up, 

Always The Future.

I can’t let go

Of the past that presents himself in armor, metallic,

Every time 

I break the water’s surface:

A step from firm land,

A step from passivity,

Back towards the home 

only I can gain for myself. 

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