The Hands Pt.3

The Hands Pt. 3

Awakening at the ascent I'd earlier denied

The Divine is funny that way

Barely able to move such were the hurts

Presented now with another choice

To climb or be carried away

Rolling over to look up at the sky

Enveloped by the sound of the torrent

Becoming buoyant by the water rising

There really was no decision at hand

The urge to life is more compelling

Clawing my way upward the water I left

Only slowly an inch at a time

Then gaining my feet and falling

The flood now a threat left behind

And gaining my feet and falling

After hours is seemed and covered with mud

Finally a place to sit and pause

And gaze down from where I'd climbed

The water had risen slowly behind me

In my effort I'd been unaware

Above me yet this path entered the clouds

Switching north and south with steep tight bends

But as a rainbow they was still that far away

What lies beyond the what can be seen above

Hazy memories of what the flood hides below

A Valentine Erin Haley gave me in third grade

A little velvet Indian dancing on the card

Saying Whoop-dee-doo I'm the one for you

My first crush my square dancing partner

Then crushed when she danced with another

Walking embarrassed with no clothes on

Down the hallway to my next class

Everybody laughing I had nowhere to hide

With a start and with a profound sense relief

Hands on my shoulders urged me awake once more