Capsized

A Poem

Do you ever feel like you were just floating along, not a care in the world, just open river, crisp air and then you weren’t, you were capsized and drowning in four feet of water, upside down?

This is the state of our lives submerged beneath ourselves grasping for a life jacket but there aren’t any left and the only ones being delivered are knockoff versions that won’t even float which honestly, sounds ok

Capsized dreams of summer and spring picnics and dinner parties, places to go, things to see, people to meet, an open-ended version of life, now defunct like us, with a boat over our head struggling to get to the surface

The funny thing about being capsized is that you can lift your head out and allow yourself to breath while still having the boat over your head It’s an air pocket, just you and your breath And this is my house right now its weight hovering over me me, breathing, in a mild panic but somehow subdued by this bubble

And now I’m floating along again, less cares than I imagined, open window, one breeze and then I get it, I’m capsized no longer drowning, but treading water and breathing

© Jonathan Greene 2020

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