Poetry of Issue #7        Page 55

Splashing Through Time

Splashing through time.
Daring children brave enough
To swim deep beneath the surface
Chasing myths and legends
Certitudes and absolutes
Old patterns drifting to the bottom
Trying to scoop them up
Before they adhere to the floor
The hastily forgotten past.

Never could you have foretold
Who among them would
Thrive in this environment
Who would be put off by the elements
Or energized stimulated enticed
By the cold and the depth.

If you could have lined them up beforehand
Studied them and looked in their eyes
Examined their shapes and sizes
Watched the ways they fidgeted
Jostled one another
And yawned
Never could you have guessed
Which ones would run off to the
Warm sun-soaked chalk-lined fields and
Who would prefer to remain indoors
In the room with the game system or
Who among them would plunge in
As if they had been anticipating
This moment since birth
As if all other callings could wait
Because there is nothing better than
Breaking the surface
Escaping one world and entering another
Where colors curve and bend
Sounds are muffled and low
A dimension removed from the sky and sun
Where they can float and kick and spin about
Their feet never brushing the ground.

  Zev Torres