Into Marvelous Light

I’m running

I surfaced at forty,

gasping for air as I popped like a cork.

Years before, I could see the dappled light

shimmering and beguiling

just out of my reach.

Most days I felt like I was being held under.

Forced down by an unseen hand

that held me fast in that gray limbo.

Below me, my legs paddled into nothingness

above me, I often only saw darkness.

But as I neared forty,

I caught more glimpses of undulating light

like crown glass windows at sunrise

the direction I needed to go

was up.

At fifty, I am still chasing light

but on land; and now I run..

drinking freedom

after long thirsts-

into marvelous light

I run.