Category: Poetry

When Life Hits

When Life Hits

When Life Hits

My sails are a small handkerchief,

I pack belongings in a watertight place

Heat up my emergency soup

When Life Hits

I venture outside only with prudence

Hold tigh to the lifeline

Wear boots

When Life Hits

I retreat inside

I am happy if I kept a tidy ship

Sad if everything flies around

When Life Hits

It doesn’t matter if I am happy or sad

Things still shake and creak

Thunders roar

When Life Hits

I stay away from hard places

Double check everything

Crawl back in a ball

When Life Hits

Keep the last resort handy

Pray my god or swear to it

If I have to go, I will

When Life Hits

I brace and trust my ship

Smile to the birds

Breath the wind

El Norte: a Song of Inexperience

El Norte: a Song of Inexperience

 

Quicksands in Panama provided plenty of

Despair of not moving

Confusion and bulimic crawl

 

I dream of ocean running under the keel

The bubbles of vanishing inertia

Washing through the soul

 

The comfort of a tropical embrace

The indecision of fear

Lasted for too long

 

So the bug bites

And even if I have never been there alone

There is the same craving

 

In the repository for the unsung stories

Locked into the consequences

 of the Universe spinning

 

I start to push

Kick doors in

Bug out

 

What life will make of me?

The monotony of waves

Aren’t you scared they say?

 

Why? I answer

It’s only a ride

And even if I was scared to death

 

Why not try?

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