The Murky Shallows of Life
The first time that she saw him
He was standing alone on the pier,
He began to walk, so desolate
A stranger, a no one, it would appear.
The second time that she saw him,
He was alone again in the woods.
His desolation ever deeper,
To reach him, she wished that she could.
And then she saw him again,
Alone on the shallows of the shore,
Staring out at the ocean unseeing,
As if he cared no longer, no more.
And this time she approached him,
Traced his footsteps in the sand with her own,
Meeting him at the edge of the crested waves,
Asking him the question, who was he? where did he call home?
Startled at first he stuttered,
His fragility, delicate as the arm of a tree.
Its bough bracing the wind, yet un-breaking,
And she felt his urge – that he wanted to be free.
The webs of deceit and desire,
Had him firmly enmeshed in their devilish hold,
And now alone, he had no choice but to journey,
To find the release, so craved since days of old.
She understood this deceit and desire,
How he had come to be tangled and torn,
How his bough had become fragile and damaged,
How his face had gained tired lines, ever worn.
They shared a final weighted look,
She firmly bound by his spell,
As a cobweb, powerless on the branch,
Their future, two ways; one leading to hell.
Feet shuffled towards the tide,
In synchronisation they moved ahead,
But just as the water lapped higher,
They turned as one, hands grasped, retreating instead.
They ran together, feet suddenly light,
Exiting the brown and murky shallows,
Shaking off the cold, the deceit and despair,
Beginning their lives again, no more time to wallow.
© Jade Reyner 2013