it’s like walking underwater
one is tired
even before one begins
but there is this image
just out of reach
that sustains me
and though for every two
I lose one
I keep moving
like a lens
that keeps focusing
I am drawn forward
your face before me
the light in your eyes
a promise unspoken
hope realized
“like a lens / that keeps focusing” … that’s crazy good.
Thanks. And all without the aid of alcohol.
Even better!
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
still relevant