In The Shallow Waters

to the geese
all waters are shallow

does one always have
to be on top
of the deep
silent waters?

to fathom the deep
and be the deep
itself
engrossed to the wisdom
of its secrets
and wallow
in the enigma
of the anonymous
or the unknown paths
breathless

there is a time to be
not ourselves
and we take chances on the
shallow waters

in there we are not fishers
of men
or women or anything
we wade and relax
waters covering half our bodies

half-truths
you must see and feel
trivial as they are
they make us
so light like cotton
or silk flowing on our skins

like clouds
we float and drift and go anywhere
i felt it once
oh, so nice temporarily but at the end

it haunts me.
for it is not me and it can never be me.

i am matter, i have weight and i sink
to the bottom
to the deepest secrets of my truths

if i drown at least, i have my graveyard
ready.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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