Poem: Deep Waters


deep waters_resize

Deep Waters

Do not be deceived.
The seas are never as calm as they seem.
They are deep, with riptides and currents,
and the tides draw you further from shore.
There are beasts under the surface,
hungry and rabid with blood-lust,
so vast,
so incredibly vast that you could disappear
and no one would find you.

And yet this is where you swim,
in the deep waters, never certain
if you are brave or foolish
or perhaps,
a bit of both.

About this poem

Mostly, I live out of my depth. It’s where the muscles grow. But it’s a scary place.

The picture was taken in Rye, NH.


PS: This poem became part of a blog post on my work blog. Interested? Go here. 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s