Inertia

Inertia

Only a few words spoken and everything is different.

The seam suddenly separates, 

the ground disappears.

Centrifugal force called to action—

don’t look down. 

I am a diver treading the murky waters of a disturbed ocean floor

with heavy chest and weary wrung lungs.

The golden key floats within my reach—like a baited hook.

Stand naked on the other side, or stay here cloaked in armour;

I simply cannot decide and the moment passes.

Standing where I was, cracked ground beneath my feet, 

the three sisters snicker—how foolish to think I had a choice.

Roll the rock uphill, again and again.

Imagine what could have been, the never-ending game

and play out what I would have done if Hercules was my name.