look past the obvious
sometimes that
smooth surface
is a false calm
wrapping a rip
that long
tidal swallow
the initiated
know to float with
because fighting
means tiring
& drowning
do not resist
an element
this hungry
let it carry you
past the pull
save strength
for that long swim back
& for breathing
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I like this. Some things, you do not fight – you jusgt flow with your feelings and ride the waves, floating!
🙂 Thanks! Darned thing woke me up again, though…
Yes, some forces you just have to let carry you, willing or not.
Flowing words … lovely poem Susan 🙂
Thanks 🙂
Reminds me of one of my favourite songs. My old blog carried an extrapolation of part of the lyrics as its title. Ohhhh… Paris Train, Beth Orton. I loved her play with swim, and you invoked the feel with your words.
Cool! Glad you liked 🙂
There are levels to this like a parable ! Bravo! Lovingly, Deb
Thanks, Deb!
Nice flow
Thanks so much, C!