The Search Series - Part Two

…Destroy…



I presently rehearse my bow.
“Descend into the maelstrom now!”
Screams the voice inside my head,
“Cast us, free us, make us dead!”

I’m near the edge now, almost clear;
Much too close to think to veer
“Don’t change your mind, you can’t turn round!
Just push those legs right off this ground!”

“We’re at the edge now, catapult!
Throw us from this heathen mote!”
Rest in peace - beautiful words
To baptize me as brother of birds.

I take the leap and spread my arms,
Inviting all of Nature’s harms.
“Gaze your eyes into her scorn
And listen while the wild wind warns!”

“Accept their hatred; move along,
For soon you’ll hear the sad sea song!”
And so I did, as I came nearer
To shattering that great blue mirror.

Further and further, I feather-like fell,
Content and quiet, the direction of Hell.
“We will be welcomed where sea creatures roam,
And, not long thereafter, be given a home.”

“For Heaven and Hell are not part of our plan!
They exist only in the mind of weak man!”
With that thought in tow, I accept the sea’s surface,
And pierce its great depths with monumentous purpose.



Don L. Waddell, 1993