Taken by the Lake

we were born from water 
and our bodies long for it
liminal crossings carry us on

***

rolling waves crash
seagulls cry
towheaded boys
dig hot sand
and plow winding roads
with rusted yellow Tonka trucks

relentless water
erodes wet sand underfoot
the mid-day sun pours down
like an unwanted benediction

something is ending
and Lake Ontario calls
but there is no way to plunge
on this shallow shore
I can only wade awkwardly
each laboured step met
by a watery contraction
that sucks me forward
then shoves me back
then sucks me forward
and shoves me back

waves of water press higher
as I push ahead, covering
my thighs
my belly
my breasts
my arms
and finally
lift me off my feet and rock me
in an ebb and flow
that soothes my restless heart
and births a new beginning
I now know was imminent
but in that moment
couldn’t bear to face

Music Pairing: Undertow by the Magpies

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5 Comments

  1. I enjoyed your poem. It brought to me a sense of peace and memories of my childhood with my Tonka trucks, and later a visit to Lake Superior.

    Happy Re-Birthday!

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