Days of light, and black of night,
The endlessly faded-years,
Arise in mind, the wish to find,
The ground unwashed with tears.
Shadows of night,
Flashes of light,
Drip in and out the eyes.
What can I say of where I’ll stay,
When rivers run and rise?
Wooden floors, and creaking doors.
I do not dare to linger more,
For waters-rose, sift through the toes,
And send shivers before.
I do not wish to make a splish,
And out of door make ‘scape.
I only ask, what is my task,
For drying times’ landscape?
I know this house has been a house,
Through myriad ages and storm-rains.
What is, just is, and what is…,
Has left me with these pains.
Give me a firm place to stand firm,
Within the flood-torn remnant thoughts,
Of the mind, which I still find,
O’er-run and soaked with fraughts.
K. Aldaya, 4/20/06
Picture: “Flooded Subway-Murder” by etwoo on Deviant Art; http://etwoo.deviantart.com/art/Flooded-subway-Murder-174655998