Rudimentary

It’s like being in a swimming pool

When you don’t know how to swim

You realise the breathing first

Evidently heavy and difficult.

The concentration shifts

From the tears in your eyes

To the cravings of your lungs

And you sniff your nose 

To the familiar smell

Of choking on your tears.

The emotions have broken apart

Revealing the raw physical being

An animal being preyed upon.

A face hard to recognise

In its least convoluted state

With eyes open in disbelief 

And streams flowing down

From the eyes and the nose

In an effortless pace.

The socially conscious, problem-solving

Attention seeking human breaks open

To this rudimentary stage of evolution

Where reasons are not sought

Instead, all that is wanted for peace

Is to be able to fall asleep.