By Robin Rhyner
When you wish the air was water and you’re hoping soon to die
To breathe the whole world inward and drown the inner lie
To kill the past within you and chase down all regrets
Baptize night your new-named child extinguish all the lights
Throw the clock toward deepest depths and stop up all the drains
Grasp at hope your inside rope and make a friend of pain.
I am a fan of poetry…since I have no talent in it…so this leaves me breathless.
I see the situation and conflict you present. I have my own spin on its meaning or symbol…but it is talent on paper.
Thank you, Jaye. I have my own spin on its meaning, too. When I wrote it a few weeks ago, it meant something different than today when I read it again, and your comment. Thanks again.