It is hard not to go where the world takes you,
the blood in the water is compelling,
and full of frenzy to be a shark,
voracious feeding is obligatory.
I have lost my taste for chaos,
I wish I could swim for the exit,
but all signs point to the roundness of the globe.
I am swimming in circles,
making water angels with my arms,
singing songs to myself and to those
who would listen,
stroke after stroke,
mile after mile,
until my eyes fill with waves no longer.
praying for all people who are threatened in this world,
may you never know what it is like to be terrorized.