Notions of Drowning
She lay beneath the blanket, fully awake –
another sleepless night
and she mindlessly counted
the drips of water as they gently
splashed into the bathroom sink.
1, 2, 3, (the number of times she
has given birth.)
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, (the number of years
she has been remarried.)
10, 11, 12, (the number
of years since her divorce.)
and on she went until she arrived at 49 –
(her age, as of her last birthday.)
She closed her eyes and envisioned her days
as the seemingly endless drips of water –
passing one by one –
slowly at first, then quickly until one seemed to
flow into the other –
“the sea of life,” she mused –
until eventually, the “tap” would run dry –
a thought that more often than not, frightened her.
She lost count somewhere before 250,
then tossed and turned in her sleep
as notions of drowning invaded her dreams,
while she fitfully floundered to keep her
head above water.
The Notions of Drowning by Dawn Wilson, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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A superb insight crafted uniquely.
Blessings …