Swim of the Psyche

Hours pass in a mindless place of rapture
How long have I been here? It seems so long since I've glimpsed it
Light flickering piercing mire of black past myriad eons floating back
That seem to fill the place my days once were
Quiet now, I see things clear amidst this liquid atmosphere
I focus, and make sense of a plane gone mad
Midnight's shade peels away in translucent waves
Events jarbled together like a writhing plethora of limbs
Calm now untwirled by peace, lucidity, and order takes its form
Sea of warm indigo floods my flight pricked by gimlet flashes of white
Ionosphere's hue beneath earthless feet
I see my God and simply ebb, His presence laps around my head
Here, an expanse to introspect perchance
I know it mustn't last, so I, an embryo leaving maternal womb
Take one last breath of liquid warm
And open my eyes and see the world anew
Drying from my mental swim, I now have work to do

Melvin W. Hartford, Jr.