Poem: Old waters

Old waters

Old waters

We’re swimming through old waters
hanging on to an idea of happy
families, security, insured,
registered, traditional.

I ache, am numb, cast adrift,
immune from salvation.
I’ve signed up to a promise
with an unscrupulous god;
an off-day bargain
while putting dreams
out to air, upstream
where the sun was shining.

It was an experiment,
moving cautiously,
no reckoning with desire
for fatherhood quietly
rearing through old feelings.

We’re swimming alone, together.
It’s a game of discipline and devotion,
honing the will;
holding the reigns of emotion.
I’m playing a part,
searching for old channels
leading back to myself.

On a circuitous route;
the path to liberation
is my jailor, swimming
towards the universe
a babe in my own arms.

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