A Writer's Life

Living Creatively

Reflections

swan2REFLECTIONS

Fresh water pool fed
by silver-tipped waves
and rushing current
made smooth by a circle
of concentric rings
round and round until
I sit alone, in the center
and take one deep breath
happy to have found
asylum before undertow
pressure spills me out
the far side into
midstream rapids.

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