Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped

A c u r r e n t

Between a heaviness, a volume, a pull, a current; I am slung under, until it engulfs me and I become it.

I am a movement of a body of water inside of this pool, wavering back and forth, like ebb and flow

Constantly hitting the edges of this rectangular indent.

Back and forth

Back and forth

Clinging to the clothes of the forgein inside of me,

And when they climb out - they wash me out,

And I am filled again with more of myself.

I am repeated

I repeat

I repeat

I repeat the same rhythm, nurturing the same strokes that push me out

And bring me, tripping, back.

The stir created within, changed me

The mass of these volumes move me to tears.

I feel why it is that they are here -

On weekends, children learn how to tame me and

I carry them gently,

Their first times, I've felt it; their fears of floating,

Of letting go of land and trusting in me to hold onto them.

On weekdays my work day is much slower,

The elderly like to visit sometimes; and I trace the aches

Of their bones, soothing them under this swaying rhythm.

Just yesterday a weak little thing borrowed my stream to walk again,

Just yesterday I learned to walk for the first time, this motion made me cry,

still, they filled me yet again the following day.

I stir

I move

I trip over my selves

And repeat the ripple they've started each and very day,

Until closing time slows me down,

I am never still.

My shine makes these walls blush

In a hue of my reflection,

You could say, that these walls, and these tiles, and I

Have become fast friends.

Back and forth

Back and forth

And though you buck your head out of these waters, and

The coldness that falls off these walls

And this space, run along your surface, I am the rim

Around your shoulders.

Where my under and your surface meets - can you feel me stir, move and weep?