My mind, right now is dwelling, not
upon my work, one bit.
I'm elsewhere, distant, deep in thought;
though here is where I sit.
I'm seeped in my reflecting
and my eyes are glazed and wide.
This morning...thought I'd take a swim;
...got captured by the tide.
The water, it initially
was spark'ling in my sight.
I felt its warmth; it swallowed me;
its tem'prature, just right.
But suddenly, this body which was
ripple-less like glass
began to churn, to swirl, to foam!
'Twas soon a heaving mass!
I hence was seized, was caught up
by the rapids, now which roared.
The last thing I remember
was a barbershop-style chord.
Then...whisked away! No warning came!
The torrent took control!
My head above the surface, just to keep,
my only goal!
The water rushed and I was caught
within its grasp, its surge!
It carried me. I struggled, not.
I couldn't find the urge.
The current, it was swift and strong,
so onward, I was swept!
I tumbled and was carried off;
my breath, I barely kept!
Then so abruptly, all was calm.
The pool was clear and still.
I caught my breath and thought about
the ride. My! What a thrill!
If hist'ry e'er repeats itself,
(the same scene to unfold)
I'd like to feel it once again--
those forces which took hold!
Yes, once again to meet that zeal
indeed, t'would be so nice.
But I'm not setting limits.
I'd not mope, to feel it twice!
In fact, let me be open
and permit me now to share.
Whene'er that passion is astir
I'd like to be right there.
