I filled my pockets
with my hands
after wringing them
just a bit, then
tied a thought to one leg,
a prayer to the other,
jumped into a flood, and
sank to the bottom.
Down there were thousands
who had sunk before me.
I cut the weights from my legs
and handed them out.
It was like the Sermon
on the Mount — I’m no
savior but it seemed like
one thought and one prayer
went a long way
around that crowd.
As I rose back
to the bright air,
I started to think
about opening my heart and mind
to what I’d seen
but became afraid
of taking on too much weight,
drowning, suffocating like those
below. Breaking surface
I swam ashore,
grabbed another thought,
another prayer, tied them on
as I stood on the bank, ready
to dive again, to do my part.
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