Pool of Possibility


O running waters wreathed in steam,
O pool of swirling possibilities...

So many faces floating towards me, I feel
I've known them all, no telling how or when.

So many souls are mingled here,
Revealed by pale unfeeling beams.

The deep green waters call to all my thoughts
That have no place in daylight.

A life once lived cannot be repossessed,
Yet in this womb-like pool,
Encircled by traces of former faces,
Nothing seems beyond my means.

To rise above these most unlovely waters,
I would gladly live again.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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