When I showed up
I learned from living on top of time
I was not welcome anywhere,
but hospitality persists
itself like religion
everywhere
there’s room.
My timing not convenient.
A detour is never the fastest path,
unless the destinations are the same.
It is safer submerged, underwater
where whims wont push you around
I found
After holding my breath so long.
She could have killed me.
I know she tried, more than once,
placing her baby bundle on the bow
rock-a-bye, like they do,
rolling for the wake to take me back
Her bare hands would be too brutal
and accidents are blameless
What doesn't kill you
lets you live exhausted
torch smothered.
Insisting on myself
I remain
S.O.S.
tethered to the life raft
that was never attached
to Her.
Composed 10/24/15.
Image by By Ministry of Information Photo Division Photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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