Sunday, August 23, 2009

Swim

Sitting under
My palm tree
Of serenity,
I would look
Onto the sea
Of the unknown.

Next to my palm tree
Are others
Sitting under
Their trees
Of serenity.

The elders,
The told me
Not to swim in this sea,
I will be swept under
By the currents
And become overwhelmed
Like others before me.

One night,
While the others slept,
I went to the sea
And began to swim.
The under currents held me
And took me under,
But I did not feel overwhelmed
And soon I swam up to the surface.
I understood the unknown.

I walked out of the sea
And sat under my palm tree
And slept.
The next day,
I longed to swim.
The next,
I yearned.
The next,
I went crazy,
And I went to swim
And I never came back.

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