pond of letters

pond of letters

i strolled by a shallow pond of letters this afternoon
and thought of the ocean of words that i've been trying to tread in.
the sheer immensity of its depth made me freeze with terror as a deer caught in headlights,
but it's sink or swim so i keep flailing my arms about.

tired, i close my eyes for a second or was it an eternity?
the ocean had been rearranged into books of various sizes lining the walls of a long room with no end.
now the words seem more manageable because they were contained,
so i sit content by the fire as i turn the page into another wonderland.