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I had been settled and gleaming
before grabbed and cast
across the surface.
One, skim, ripples
Two, skim, ripples
Three, skim, ripples
A three skipper!
And as I sunk
into the murky depths
all the way to the ancient muck bottom
Life simply turned and
sought another.
Only the serpent coiled in the willows knew
I had been displaced,
and would never return.
Stillness became my greatest longing
as I tumbled,
over and over again,
fragmented,
pushed and pulled
by currents that I could not rest long
enough to understand,
my edges constantly challenged
and defeated.
I grew
smaller.
Forces humbled me at every opportunity.
Interchangeably,
I grieved for the falsely satisfying memory
of who I had been,
I righteously questioned purpose,
faith, and forgiveness.
Then one day,
years well beyond count since
I had passed
before the Witness’ eye,
A young child’s determined hand
drizzled me onto the uppermost
point of a sandcastle,
And I understood
the need for the journey
as it was.
(c)2009-2018/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out"
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Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out"
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