Treading water

Turned and swerved these words to serve through filters of emotion.

 

This learning curve of drown or surf

 

Here breathless in the ocean.

 

How is it that the son the father

 

Calling out and treading water,

 

Fights to keep control he never had?

 

How is it the forgotten son

 

Of sons who lived and loved then wandered

 

sowed the seeds of mirrored fruit

 

And planted in the sand?