some lovers tread waterMature

Some lovers tread water but we are 
autumnal birds trapped beneath the ice 
of a season that is too bitter to let us go.
I can no longer remember what it was
that brought us down below sea-level
but here we’ve been ever since,
frigid and clutching, reaching upward
like our fingers could grasp the sunlight.

When I was smaller my mother
used to take me to the edge of the lake,
read me poetry and tell me to count
the number of times the tides
chased me up the banks.  Sometimes
I can still hear her voice, telling me,
know what you fear as well as you know 
why you fear it, 
and I think of you.

The End

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