We see still waters,
never dreaming that there are
deep currents,
never realizing the drowning tide
that waits for each one us,
eventually.
Your words flashed bright and sharp,
koi in a thoughtful pond;
I only ever glimpsed you from the
corners of my eyes but was
enchanted
nonetheless.
I hope, somewhere,
you are surfacing,
breathing deep
and free
and far
from the pull
of dark waters.
-Brighid
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