Silt

The ground has 

Dissolved

Spreading through

Rising waters.

I can’t see my 

Feet.

Should I feel my 

Way forward?

Or keep still,

Not knowing what comes next?

The sandy dirt is soft,

Brushing against me.

The water is cold,

Briskly waking my senses.

My feet are sinking deeper,

I will have to act.

I call to the sky,

“Lift me.”

The winds blow,

I’m too heavy to rise.

I call to the earth,

“Rise up.”

The water grows more clouded.

More dense, I am stuck.

I call to the waters,

“Come.”

Lying back, I surrender.

And float.

I am carried.