Bruce Black
My feet are stuck
in wet mud, and
my head feels like
it’s still in Egypt
unable to leave
the past behind,
not wanting to take
another step into
the unknown.
My eyes sting from the
spray of salt water, but
I must keep moving or
else I’ll be buried in
the sand beside
Pharaoh’s soldiers.
So, I lift one foot and take
another step through the
mud, even though it feels
like I’m sinking
And I push forward with
the other foot into
the unknown.