Getting Stuck
The silt turned mud; wet from sky rains
That mimicked my tears,
Blemished my soul.
Splattered, my foot, sunk deep into the goo.
The more I tugged and pulled,
the thicker the gook became.
 I remained in place as thoughts swirled .
A maze of indecision.
Panic set in.
I felt the sun warm the mud
To a stiffened platform.
Cemented my position.
I reached for a tree branch
Swung low by the wind,
Rose shoeless to climb.
Perched from above,
My thoughts were no longer mine.
The maze disappeared.
I breathed a  musical sigh.
of chirps and trills,
Heard of nature’s will.

Abbe would love to hear your thoughts. You can find her at http://www.abberolnick.com and see her various novels and essays.

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