Friday, April 05, 2019
Swimmers––poem by Dorothy
Swimmers
"In the Gilf Kebir plateau in the Sahara side
of Egypt there is a cave containing rock paintings
of swimming figures."
Rich Meyers
No one knows what they are doing there.
Why they are swimming in a desert,
where they are going,
why they are attempting the seeming impossible.
Clearly they had something else in mind.
Obviously they were moving
over a landscape
that is no longer there,
ancient times when land was sea
and visa versa.
Thus do our own lives
oscillate
between land and water,
stability and flux,
determination and uncertainty.
So we move forward,
sometimes rising toward the stars,
sometimes falling
into the ditch
where we cling and pray,
chant and hope
until we begin to ascend
once more,
levitation of the soul,
St. Teresa and the Angel,
ourselves transfigured once again.
Dorothy Walters
April 5, 2019
