On the Notion of Home
Added 2018-03-03 21:03:38 +0000 UTCThe other night
I dreamt a dream
I’d lost my oars
Into the stream.
The stream I’d trained
To placid daydream
Had come un-tame
To rapids raging
For I had, myself, deceived
Anchored to what I felt I needed
I knew too well, I should have heeded
Head turnt towards what I believed
And hard against my plenty warning
Of the many dark clouds a-forming
The stark and steady shroud foreboding
Beyond the break, too late in morning.
Fixed to canoe like stubborn sessile
The clouds billowing with thunder
Threatening, my feeble vessel
Would most surely go asunder.
My modest boat
Of weathered wood.
Did protest float
Mal tempered flood
My mentor sat
Upon the stern
Complacently
Without concern.
You’re running out of tether.
And the air is growing thin
You cannot deny the weather.
But water is your second skin.
You will learn to breathe it in.
Your mother taught you how to swim.
If you fear you’ll be thrown out
Don’t let yourself be thrust about
Jump.
-mmd 2018.
Photo by Craig Blacklock
Models; myself & Cwen
