Swept Away by the Undertow
There are difficult times when every thing pines
for the familiar pinch, that outgrown garment
like Tagore’s caged bird unsure where to perch in the sky
disoriented by freedom and longing for the safety of bars
rather shame-faced, maimed, handicapped than pretend
to outdistance a past that is unappeasable presence
days when hollows ache, and the desperate fiction
of the moment can hardly persuade body or mind
or rainy weekends, when the heart prefers to curl up
replaying old movies, soothed by the rich melancholy
and drowning, voluptuously, in womb-like reassurance
of a warm bath, or the water-world of memories, dreams
scornful of good advice, blessings, and flotation devices
unreasoning, unseeing, ears sealed for all the din within
only to remember, in sober hours, there is no stepping back
into the same river twice, or homecoming for the Homeless.
Underwater sculpture by Jason Taylor
Below, is some melancholic classical music you might find cathartic:
“only to remember, in sober hours, there is no stepping back
into the same river twice, or homecoming for the Homeless” Powerful lines, my friend. I liked your words very much, thanks for sharing and for the music, I got inspired and relaxed also listening to it.
Gratifying, @cesarj21, to hear this post inspired and relaxed you. And a confirmation that the more personal we think something is, the more it is Universal. We are One. 🙏
Very cool poem I loved it, although it is very sad, I hope to continue reading you =)
I'm glad it spoke to you, Jose, thank you for your encouragement and support. Who knows where the sadness comes from and where it goes... Have a happy weekend :)
Likewise =)
There is indeed no stepping back into the same river twice not after everything.. Powerful poem... Thanks for sharing.. I enjoyed it
Thank you, David, for the affirmation and your encouragement. Yes, we must move on and pay attention — it can be a dangerous universe…
Have a great weekend ✌🏼