Thursday, December 1, 2011

Slack Tide

In this moment,

In this moment frozen in time

Where danger is a memory

A distant memory

Drifting away on current

No wave, nor wind, hazardous

A slight miscalculation

Just the slightest mispeak

Could send words reeling end over end

And judgment is taken to task

Swiftly passing in a moment

Swiftly passing

Into spaces where they cannot be recalled

Into the sea

Drowning adrift

But hopelessly drawn

And hopelessly dawned

On a bitten tongue

Trying to reclaim the silence

Of a slack tide

©NP 11/11

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