lying on my pallet

lying sweating on the floor

lying apprehensive in the limb's crook
listening to night calls announcing my presence

running down a path

running wheezing in a pollen field

running and defensive taking random turns
breathing in nervous bursts I smell the salt

leaping a dried flood run

diving so I can live til tomorrow
swimming deep until all I see is red

coming to an island

crossing looking at a shallow bay

landing on the crest of a wave
feeling at last home, at last free

safe for another day

176/79 (6/25/79)