Scarlet

Standing here trying to walk through the doorway
Is the biggest challenge right now
The only thing felt is a slight Pacific morning breeze
Trying to wake him back up
Seeking instant gratification
But knowing that is not the answer

His memory exists somewhere else
Because now it is a reverse Polaroid

The breeze has stopped
He feels nothing
He shakes some more
Hoping to catch something
Flying right by
Snapshots of life
Miniscule as the highs felt
Darting past
Forming the picture
Creating the image you see
Of his Blindness

The observation deck of himself
Is a plank that hovers above the shark-infested waters
And when one’s faculties are not about
A walk of faith without balance--
An impossibility, even in a mirror’s reflection

He prays to see a dolphin
And then two, and then more
Reminders of the greatness of these waters
Waiting to be formed by years under his eyes
Such creation is not so daunting
Yet so unreal
So beyond comprehension
So in the memory that lies elsewhere
Knowing that once one jumps
To flood the shores--
There is the trepidation
There is the drowning of Drowning