the crests stumble,

like pups chasing my feet,

and i obligingly run from

these mind-bloomed shadows.

as the world chatters,

i struggle to add no decibel

of my own making.

the past 

tantrums on the floor behind me.

the future 

seduces with a promise of knowing.

i surrender to the rip current

one breath at a time,

grasping for the line

held in the hands 

of gratitude.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017
Photo: Girl on Garda Lake, Italy by Guiseppe Milo 

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