Under Water

One day

but not today

Still quiet

On delay

Time slogs through jelly

No other way

but to wait like fire under water

Don’t let hope fray

Burn the line straight through

to some day

by Christina Lynn Lambert

The little frog sitting on the windowsill inspired my latest poem. Mr. Frog looks a little burnt out at having to wait for whatever he’s waiting for. Sometimes it’s hell trying to wade through the setbacks and annoyances life dishes out. Sometimes the only thing we can do is nothing, other times, a marathon effort is required just to stay afloat and not get pulled under. Whatever the day brings, I hope everyone finds their way to where they want to be.