How to live

They say the way to do it is to go,


like a window reflection,

like snorkeling on the surface,

getting a glimmer of live sand dollars,

glistening moonlight

far below, at the bottom of things;


that would be the way,

except that both dark and dawn

scratch at my hips

from the inside,

like undertow.


Don’t you just hate it when someone says, “Hey man, that’s deep!” in that recriminate way that is half mockery, half dismissal?  As if doing anything but surface is not only weird, but wrong. So, okay, I’ve seen the sand dollars from there.  But I’d rather see them from here. There is something invisible pulling me deeper, further out.    Come along if you’d like. We’ll have an adventure.

© Andrea Mathews, 2014



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