When the waters recede

 Again there they wait by their boats.
Packing them with everything they'll need.

There's always something missing.
What is missing in you.
in me?

And what exactly are we crossing water for?
Can I replace what is missing?
We never feel ready.

Everything is rented, nothing is owned!
But I need ownership.
I need to exclude some.

Again there they wait packing their bins with food.
All will be gone if it capsizes over the flooded land.
Who am i to question them?

My house floats.
little waves hit my footstep.
Like white lies I tell myself.

Get myself through the day.
They'll get themselves over the deluge lakes.
And moor themselves once again in my vicinity.

Movement even when it appears so redundant is good.
It freshens the mind in this windless flooded land.
And when the waters recede I will plant and build.

And again there they will wait rolling up there belongings.
looking at my dreams and laughing themselves silly.
And I won't tell them they are trapped.

I won't tell them there's something better.
I'll let them cross the waters and seek great nothings.
One day they'll come back and pay tribute.

If they don't drown.