I Bob – November 14, 2019

You take me there

Right where I want to be

A safety net pulled tight

Luring me in from the depths

Of where I live

Still sinking

Or am I bobbing

Days changing motion

At the curve of each curl

Twisting between my fingers

Never Letting go

But moving on to the next

The release so tender

I am free

Flopping

On dry land

No direction in sight

Waiting to land

On the subsequent curve

Spun into oblivion

And released

Again

Into the wild

Set free from

My woven shell

That returns me

To this place

Where I

bob,

And I bob,

And I bob,

And I bob,

And

I

bob.

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