Culvert: Learning How to Swim

Sat again
On a different note,
Not so happy,
But just as present for it,

Feeling more here,
The mind less oppressed,
Or at least,
Less inclined to stay that way,

As every time I notice it,
I am reminded
To not let that persist,
But stand back and loosen up a bit,

It makes an enormous difference,
Seeing sadness
From this point of view
As something happening, not me;

It’s like a taste
Of being free
Even if only
For a while,

Until the next thought
On which the mind gets caught,
Or into which it sinks
Or plunges,

Up and down the waves,
In and out of the deep,
One minute surfacing,
The next under water;

Many swimming lessons
There have been,
And, for all I know,
Many more may follow.