Metaphor and Fin

Swimming in our own tears, swimming
at tremendous speed, yet never moving

this is not the time to talk
we’ve said too much already

a soulshark fin rips through our heart
leaving a wake of tears and metaphors

they fall on dry land, before explanations
for any of this, this exquisite catastrophe

the way we are in this moment, between
each falling tear, we could never say

there never was a name for it, never
we gradually look at each other

silent tears are falling, before
and after the catastrophe

later we may add some meaning
after the tears have dried

we may sagely nod and solemnly agree:
death is the price we pay for immortality

we will wrap our arms around each other
it will seem as if something had happened

as if we swam at tremendous speed
yet we were never moving

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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