My life began with a good swim,
a strong inhalation, initiation
into its ocean of air
where I sometimes float
in the calmness of a puffy cloud.
But so often turbulence propels
me to streams of consciousness
uncharted, full of colorful
creatures, some beautiful,
others huge, threatening, frightful.
Then I must alternate my breathing,
use the backstroke, begin again,
practice using stronger strokes.
I flap around a lot.
Life will spill me out someday.
I hope I swim
gracefully by then.
(For Poets United.)