Tuesday, June 30, 2015


The water is cold; 
Hard to get into sometimes,
But I push myself,
Closing my eyes, believing
For a while, that I'm...weightless.

Monday, June 1, 2015


I dropped the ball.
I let go of the string.
I had it down, I had it right;
But when the time came, everything...
Well, everything went out the window.
All the preparations seemed
To vanish in a fog.
How could it go
So very wrong?
So hard to pick myself back up;
Pieces of myself scattered
All over the place.
I made that leap of faith
But fell.
My self esteem has left the building;
Left with out a trace.
I blew the shot
I jumped the gun
Thinking way too much it seems;
Trying to remember, and forgetting...
Forgetting in the end...
To have fun.

Caren E. Salas

photo: www.oldnick.org.au