Oh what tangled webs we weave…


A vacuum is filled when new air rushes in
The old air pumped out under pressure.
Light is snuffed out as it fights for a breath
Until oxygen finds a new fissure.

So where is my air?
What replaces the old –
The old me
The one who flew high?

A new gas diffuses,
Drifts over my head.
I breathe in, look about and swoop free.

Where once I dreamt numbers and analysed law
I now click and i stick and stitch that
But evolution is something that’s true
A way to control all this change.

I adapt to survive:
Live too, Love mine! Be me,
So alter my focus and drive.

The speed of that change is of course way too fast.
I would slow it all down to a stop.
But that kind of control isn’t open to me
So I go with the flow, but as me.

Others watch as I breathe,
Marvel at all this change,
Say it’s great, really cool, a la mode.
Of course what they can’t see
Clear as day, well, to me
Is I change, not to change, to keep up.


One response to “Oh what tangled webs we weave…”

  1. You’ve got this form nailed! Awesome poem about the spurtiiality of the sea. I’m by the sea right now- such an awe inspiring place- so thought provoking, and like your great poem- makes us reflective and glad to be alive


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