Treading Water

Treading Water

 

In the riptide of life

Ultimately there is no one to save us

Some strive to reach us

But their bodies tire

As they fight the currents

Of life’s demands

 

We swim or drown

In accord with courage determination 

And circumstance

Salt sour on the tongue

Often struggling 

With a thirst unquenchable

 

Seductive seas

Ebb stealthily

While we thrash and curse

Tempted to roll and float

Yet unwilling 

To succumb to the flow

 

Longing 

For loves lost life jacket

As we come to accept

Some days

The best we can do 

Is tread water

 

Tricia  Bertram 10/2012