i read your poem and i thought about for a few minutes. this image came to me of being in a little dingy, encompassed by fog, zero visibility 360 degress, in the midst of a huge body of water.
couldn't see behind, to the left, right or forward.
a refugee from the land i left behind, now a distant memory.
nothing in front of me but the hope of some clear view on the horizon.
then, lo and behold, morning breaks, the fog dissipates and what do i see ahead there in the distance? is that a mirage? do i see land? can it be true?
yes it's true after all, it is new land? joy of joys! i'm saved. hallelujah!!!
omg, what if the land is populated by unfriendly inhabitants? will they try to do me in?
what if i don't like what i find there?
what if my port of harbor is a ruse, and does not provide the safety i was hoping to find, some day?
maybe i can turn around, go back where i came from; at least things there were predictable. oh, no, that's not an option, there's an apb out for me there. if i return there, i risk prison, and possibly execution, perhaps by my own hand.
what are my options? return from exodus to my comfortable past, and face my demise or take my chances in a new america.
what if i never live long enough to escape the prison of what if's....?
....hey wait a minute, i see some figures on the beachfront up ahead........is that....no, it can't be.....yes that looks looks like.....it is!
it's brian, robbie, mark, derek, pete, ron, larry, john, eddie, dave.
you gotta be frikin kidding me? is that all there is?
well, it's not exactly the high life i was looking for, maybe i'll just stick around, give it some time and see what happens.
.......is that whack or what?