By Lin McNulty
I can no longer tread, tremor, tease float naked in this moat while gatekeeper stands atop turreted tower to tease, torment, taunt My frantic fingers scrape stony castle walls to capture dangled key which arouses hope, curiosity yet unlocks neither gate nor heart I loudly splash to rise above the frenzy of others although none as bare as I who drift, stroke, drown in comfortable, familiar, incessant rhythm I find I can easily turn, return to safe green ground, dry off once welcome wetness, perhaps sit for a bit on muddy bank as weary witness shiver before just one more dive
Copyright 2004 McNulty