Tethers

Tethers

I dreamed last night and, in my dreaming,
I was diving deeply in a warm weltering sea,
exulting in strong lungs and slender-lithe body
that gave me this life of slow motion.
Swimming among fishes, looking for the oyster.
Looking for the oyster, where the single grain of sand
changes to a soft, white, near-glowing pearl;
changes from a thing of simplicity
to an object of avarice that captures man’s greed.
Then I felt it!
The sharp tug of the tether at my ankle
Reminding me, even deep in the sea,
I was just a tool of the avarice and greed,
that would drown me thoughtlessly were I slow,
that would subject my body to rude intrusion,
to be sure that I hid no creamy white gem.
Then I awoke.
and mused my sea-freedom was illusory
but now, awake, I knew liberty.
Then I remembered.
Remembered the tethers of modern life:
elastic tethers that snap me back if I stray,
tethers of obligation and contribution.
Then I knew
life is like the grain of sand and has
changed too

Tethers

Chesil

Lynchburg, United States

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