Water
washes over me like magma
I’ll
be okay, I always am
Until
I’m not
I
remember the first poem I wrote
It
was about the moon
I
knew then nothing would ever be the same
I’m
an outlaw poet
It’s
nothing I aspired to be, but when the claws of creation took hold I knew I was
born to be wild
Heard
“Like a Rolling Stone” on the radio the other day and I felt no fear and I
still feel no fear
The
tides coming in and I don’t even live near water
In
fact I’m a water sign and have avoided the deep end ever since I nearly drowned
right beneath a lifeguard’s toes
This
crab takes his shell wherever he goes and when I’m dead I’ll find another shelter
to call my very own
I
remember the first time I walked out onto a stage
How
for the first time in my life I felt comfortable in my own skin
I
knew from then on everything would be different and I thanked God for entrusting
me with art
Our
birth and our death are the same playing card just in reverse
Think
about when you were born because death is just like going back to the beginning
Put
on your lifejacket and swim out past the rocks and I’ll meet you there in a
little while.
Charles Cicirella
8/14/20
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