I swim happily, warm and content in a calm sea
treading between the shore and what lies beyond.
And then the undertow appears, sneaks upon me unbeknownst
It pulls and I fight, stroke hard against its lure
and then succumb
and out I go, out with the tide, sucked further and further into the vast unknown,
letting the current be my guide until I no longer know,
know if its the waves that draw me deeper or my own anxious legs.
Before I know it, I’m washing upon the shore,
left to ponder if the current really did come or not, if it was all a delusion.
I splash back outwards towards my in-between sanctuary.
And as swiftly as it fled, the current returns,
and already my body does not fight it, does not kick towards or away from its grip.
I’ve simply let go.