Fighting to the surface with heavy limbs.
I need fresh air now…this is not a whim.
Why am I this deep with all my clothes on?
If I’d known I would dive, I’d not have gone.
Success is entwined with preparation.
Coast the water’s chop in resignation.
One doesn’t drown by fight or surrender.
It’s knowing to use both in whirl’s blender.
So much treading water; then comes fair wind…
& a gentle current carries you in.
L.B.Stowe 