Punching Water –
If I had to describe what life was like
I would say it’s like punching water.
I flail with fists at this simple concoction of
wondrous matter with wild abandon.
Yet it feels no pain, no emotion
Bruised knuckles connect to its surface
breaking the stream,
It simply cascades around my skin.
Surface tension, caused by its bi-polar nature
reforms the flow after my useless flinging
of flesh has ceased.
My presence barely felt.
Strength is spent, muscles on fire,
I give up the fight
and cup my hands to take a drink.
by Philip Wardlow 2014