Dedicated to Stevie Smith in honor of Poetry month.
I am drowning.
I am always drowning.
Yet I persist. And I see that you do, too.
We watch each other through our own (invented) window.
Waiting for someone to come along to tell us that we made the right decision.
Okay, that was just me. You had the right idea.
Which is why we remember you. Honor you. Talk about you.
As for me, I float away, dreaming of better days.
On shore, people are pointing. At what, I’m not quite sure.
Or possibly waving? At this distance, impossible to tell.
I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge, in which we publish 26 posts over the course of the month of April, one post for each letter of the alphabet.