Waterlogged

Waterlogged   7/28/2014

Some things take time

And some things cook slow

Simmering, bubbling,

Stewed or roasted. 

Underneath our feet

The rocks move imperceptibly

And inside our chest

The blood surges and flows. 

Water swells up

And percolates down

Saturating everything

In between. 

There is so much that changes

And there is so much that moves

Constantly dying

And regenerating.

I can feel time

Passing by

But maybe it isn’t

What I think it is.

The light passes through me

And the light burns within

Full of information

We cannot see or measure. 

Things happen

In tiny ways

That we do not see

Or notice.

With no starting point

That is discernable

Deep within

And growing. 

But other things are large

And of colossal scale

Building up to a point

Where the whole world

Turns over. 

By the time we notice the symptoms

The disease is full blown

More than likely spread

And sometimes fatal.

Vile creatures

Will find one another

And film it all

Never noticing

That their ship is sinking. 

Yes this ship

Was built to sink

And no one did a thing

When the water seeped in. 

Now we panic

And now we rush

As the rats gnaw on each other

And try to escape.   

If you don’t know

Then you can be stampeded

Driven to believe

And to act. 

Jump up

And jump out

Because the former things

Are over

And cannot come back. 

It’s foolish to look back  

And a folly to try and capture

The small pieces of comfort

Fading fast.   

We are either iron

Or we are clay

But we should stick together

For one is strong

And made to last.