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?