Of the Deep

BLUE MONDAY
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OF THE DEEP
(An Acrostic)

Sliding through the watery wonder,

When the tide is fast and strong.

If a rip should drag me under,

Maybe that's where I belong!

Mind and body, heart and spirit.....

Involving every part of me!

Nautilus! Shall I inherit

Gardens underneath the sea?

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SOARING!

Long ago, when we were monkeys,

We could soar! We could soar!

We could travel through the jungle trees

And not hit the jungle floor!

We could hang by tails as thin as string

And never lose our grip.

We could scuttle over dripping leaves

And never ever slip.

We could leap through open spaces

Far as the eye could see,

Between one tree and another

In the lofty canopy.

We could drop like stones from up above

And bounce on lower limbs.

We could skim across the greenery

As a stone over water skims.

You've seen them all on the TV,

The monkeys and their soaring.

They can leap and hang and swing all day

And never find it boring.

We had it once, in the dead, dead past,

That wild agility,

But we traded it in for upright stance

And verbal ability.

Yet, still, within us, way down deep,

There's a memory of it all;

A little comes back when we're dancing;

Then we really 'have a ball.'

But somewhere buried in our brians

Lies the feeling that we, too,

Should be able to leap up gracefully

And soar into the blue.

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