Up
for Air
“I’ve
never been depressed,”
you
said that first summer.
I
thought that a marvelous thing.
I
had struggled with the blues
most
of my high school years.
Some
time into our marriage,
came
winds, rains, and waves.
You
submerged into the depths.
They
say don’t let a drowning man
grab
you, that’s true.
We
both dwelt beneath the surface
praying
someone would see air bubbles.
They
did, but no one
could
teach us to swim.
We
developed gills,
until
we could tread water.
Now,
after all this time,
we
occasionally doggy paddle,
but
more often than not
we
get along
swimmingly.
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