I went wading through
Some poems last night
Knee-deep in poetry
Is a bit of all right
I stood for a while
In the middle of creation
Sat, lapping up rap
Deep in meditation
I’m not averse to being immersed in verse
Ruminating in rhymes is a blessed curse
Seussifying incessantly isn’t so much worse
Words submerge in this subversive’s universe
Snag my net
Throw me my pen
Hold your breath
I’ll begin again and then
The waves of expression flow o’er me
I flail in their overwhelm
It’s not a boat you float upon
Tethered to the weathered, flying helm
You dive down, risk the drown
Wrestle in swells, quill ’til it quells
Gasp for breath on the shore beyond death
Thankful for absent bells’ knells
Poetry’s not something to navigate
You have to swim with the fishes
You have to get wet, not just whet, but ret
Then wring out the sweat-filled wishes
Don’t be afraid of the creatures that crawl
Among and along imagination
It’s only thoughts and ideas after all
Not an underwater psychotic’s vacation
Sputter your products onto the shifting sand
Swirl them around with your trembling hand
When you have the shaky strength to stand
You’ll grasp and understand this languid liquid land
I will linger in this language until the end of time
Reeling in this important feeling
Sharing with the rest of the world
My brain’s ability for healing