drowninglotus

A Le Me

I am cast
further downstream
A paper boat
tightly creased
A quiet crinkle
in my hull
listing me away
from the sun
Dangerously close
to taking on water
Shoot the rapids now
Meander through
the soft pools now
Trapped in a whirl now
Hope to find
the wider sea
Go in circles
waiting for release
from this spiral
Perhaps a hand
to pluck me up
and send me on
Or perhaps
I go down