A friend of mine asked me to write a poem about writing, and how it made me feel. This is my response. I hope she reads it.
It is immersive.
Every sense, every thing, everything submerged.
A plunging in to feeling.
Underwater, free from intrusion, ink flows.
Looping off with no filter. Suffusing space.
I seek to remember. Locked eyes over crowded rooms.
Shared thoughts and actions.
Distance and time blurred by depth.
All laid out softly on the page.
As serene as a seabed.
Only then do I surface fighting for air.
Back in the real world.
Until the next wave.
© Tom Tide 2016