SWIMMING

SWIMMING

in the storm surge of thoughts

facts, factoids, outright lies,

and trying to keep opposing thoughts

in my mind at the same time

the noise both real and imagined

roars in my ears and the exercise

I've been given to suppress

the unbalanced mind and vertigo

as the thought of ignoring the roar

of morning traffic

combines with a need for a

fresh coffee and something sweet

to eat defeating me in my battle

with the old age flub

as the artifacts from Windows seven

lurk at the edge of the page

telling me of all the problems

it can correct if only I phone

a number and all the fears

of being hacked will become a fact

this poem first appeared in

a very surreal dream

that I could not ignore

for fear of losing the good lines

while swimming and trying to keep

my head above water

JWL © 15/09/2016