
DAILY PHOTO: Stone Mountain from Lakeside
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Swimming in the deeps.
Swimming day in and day out until my buoyancy became an incontrovertible fact of nature that not even my amygdala could deny.

big-leafed saplings
line the understory:
wee cascade murmurs.
A breath of air when I’m suffocating.
A drink of water when I’m thirsty.
A bit of bread when I’m hungry.
Sleep when I’m weary.
Company when I’m lonely.
Sinuous channels
cut through the
river's muddy
bottom,
carrying clear water
ever downward
- ever onward.
From fortress walls
it's all been seen --
drought and flood,
but something always
trickled through.
As it was before those
stones were stacked.
As it will be when the
last rubble crumbles
into uncut
dust & rock.