With all the turmoil going on in Europe with the immigrants and the election campaigning in the US, I wrote a little political statement in poem form. I think you can relate.
Mosquito
From where the mountain
stretches to bathe
in the sea…
Blown and
stranded
a mosquito clings to a leaf…
Adrift after the
tempest,
alone, always alone
The mosquito
can no easier
attain the white
peaked mountain's
summit than it can
attain the resting
Titanic…
Unless..
Unbidden,
carried within
the cloth of those that
can,
the mosquito loiters
in hiding,
waiting to bloat itself
sucking at other’s life
blood…
Still at sea,
between,
riding the swells
with no ambition
the mosquito waits
March 2015
