I’ve waded through the murky depths of policy
Drowning in a morass of unfulfilled goals,
Caught in the undertow of choices
Made before I stepped foot in these muddy waters.
Swimming upstream, I find myself sinking
Into the sloughs of despair,
Or confusion, with too much information
Flow and too little understanding.
I’ve been swamped with data.
Small numbers and large float before me
When I close my eyes, each complex
Formula a small wave caught in the
Cross-current of calculation.
I do not travel along this river
Of hurt for myself, but then
I do, as I dig through muck looking
I have been inundated, flooded
With the interrelationships between
Water and sand and soil,
Beached on the shoals, lifted
Off by a larger sea, and left
Here, hopefully floating like
I seek both shore and sandy bottom.
I do not write this turgid text
In jest. I write in vein.
*After reading one too many books and papers on storm water management.