Bobbing for air
Iʼm back again
A perfect ten
of a dive
without a pool
A perfect fool
too slow to know
his wind
has been knocked out
ʻtil Iʼm gasping

Bobbing for air
Been up and down
The once renown
angling for another act
Another tactical advance
to who knows where
You found me there
I heard you there

CALLING ME OUT
OF THE SHALLOWS OF MY WORLD
CALLED TO SOMETHING GRACEFUL
AND TRUE
GRATITUDE IS TOO CHEAP A WORD
FOR ALL YOUʼVE REASSEMBLED
FROM A SPIRIT BROKEN
AND UNNERVED
A LIFE PRESERVED

Bobbing for air
Iʼve been atoned
Creation groaned
to lift me as I drowned
And set my feet
up on the mound of rock
you crushed for me
A place to stand
A whispered command

CALLING ME OUT…

Bobbing for air
I have been served
A life preserved
after all Iʼd cast away
You tipped the grayscale
ʻtil the scales
fell back to earth
And I saw colors
I heard a shout

NINETY-NINE
TO ONE