Tonight's Poet Corner: Second Try

Second Try
by Belinda Roddie

Isn't it befitting how I get a chance
to start again so soon, and so effortlessly,
like being pulled by the scruff
of the neck out of deep waters,
just to be tossed in again
once I've gotten all my breath back?

I've inhaled enough foam and tasted
enough salt to sink my soul into
a permanent island in the Pacific: Hatched
from bayside aeries, I am encapsulated
by clipped wings and loud, obnoxious
screeching like a human seagull.

But here I am, swimming again,
pushing my tired body through the currents,
as if the destination feels closer than before,
even though the fog hides its face, and
I don't recognize its smile anymore.

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