Landed Immigrant

Last time I swam I nearly drowned

The ocean that once rocked me gently

Swaying and lulling me

Gradually became a maelstrom

Like a frog in heating water, not noticing the boil

 

I survived, but the one I came in on did not

My ship is now resting fathoms deep

Merely flotsam and jetsam, to be forgot

Spewed up onto the shore I rest

But a longing to swim murmurs me

 

I am too afraid, too cowardly, too triggered

Flashes of the water rising to my neck

I can only handle dipping a toe in here

A finger in there, at most an ankle maybe

Just to see if it’s safe to even try

 

Oh how foolish of me to believe to be ready

The waters that devastated me made things clear

Now I see all the possibilities and all the problems

But I can’t navigate it! What a woe to behold

To see the right way but continue to get lost

 

Now I drown from even being knee deep

How can I ever take the plunge again?

To be wild, carefree, genuine and bewildered

Feeling hope has proven too unstable

Best to stay dry, though I don’t believe it

 

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Five feet of rainfall

There is a hint of romance in the rain

To feel yourself lost in locked lips

Caught in a moment never to forget

Missing her oddly on sunny days

With a mouth so dry from the heat

And nothing prepares, not really

For the hint of sarcasm that was ignored

The washing away that came with it all

Snapshots pulled from forever

The forever you promised each other

My stature proved incapable to cope

Too short to last the trial run

It was only ever an attempt by you

You wanted it badly to stay raining

We both wanted it to work in truth

To keep promises you couldn’t

I won’t blame you, trying for so long

It’s more than I expected to live

But it takes more than just wanting

More than just albums of snapshots

More than just rainfall

To reach the height of heights I couldn’t

I am already grown,  a man

And the flood reaches my chest

I don’t tower above it, I am a part of it

And I will never have power over rain

The only heights left are within

And inside,  its still raining hard.

 

But a stage

Come, gather round!

One. And all.

The necessity of urgency meets the virtue of patience.

Front and centre we have our protagonist…!

But will he be able to solve the riddle of time in time?

Of course we know that everyone is the hero in their own story.

There is no need to say it; it goes without saying.

Yet, I said it, didn’t I?

No bother. Back to the plot:

So does he or doesn’t he?

Will he or won’t he?

Of more import: should he or shouldn’t he?

But our tragic hero knows not that it doesn’t matter.

If by east or by west, his stars are crossed!

He is lovable, innocent and foolish enough

He will endear himself to you and by the end

You will say,

“What a tale, too bad!”

 

Tune in week after week.

Fear not if you miss an episode,

For the cycle repeats itself

As he never really learns

You, the audience, won’t allow it.