I dream about being underwater.
Not drowning,
but the currents have hands
and they tug at my limbs.
Grip onto me and I am
a trapped fish.
My fear hooks me
into a wide eye panic
and the world ripples above
in squiggle people faces and tree blurs.
I struggle to get out of the water.
Kick feet fight and hand reach help,
but the currents keep me here-
under the water,
in blurred surroundings,
within my fear.
Poetic Trials 