AHHHHHHHHHHH SUCH SWEET RELIEF!

ALL AFLOAT-NO PADDLE ON THIS BOAT

Hey you there stuck in the river Yur In,

fighting one current

while another drags you in directions unknown,

there’s a the dugout can you dig it

but without the paddle

can you even fight undertows rushing from the heart

while others come raging from the mind to different destinations?

Unknowing about tides and how battles of morality turn,

your only chart of the Yur In

for finding information comes from the surface detritus

that really is someone else garbage

that was dropped off the bank further upstream

or thrown off in a dilemma of ill resolved contention

causing two viral currents to take your boat without the paddle

in whichever direction Yur In flows the strongest at the moment.

It is easy to talk about loving your neighbor

until they flood your mind with useless shit.

I worry where few others do,

because I lost my own rudder in the swift currents

after being thrown overboard accused as a Jonah into the Yur In.

Now with no compass left me for direction,

Life vest smelly and disintegrating

I’m caught between the vortex that keeps spitting my ketch out

and the tide of opinion pushing me back,

always spinning the bark I built while afloat

back from horizons that don’t tell me

if I’m looking at the dawn or dark until it’s too late.

The days are for work impossible without an oar

the nights are supposedly to tie up, make camp and rest

while running a comb for crabs over the beach;

but these damned raging opposing currents never allow for either.

If societies on both banks of the Yur In would simply quit polluting

the spiritual waters maybe the currents would settle,give us, them adrift,

a chance to get our bearings.

Surely the rumors have turned to be true

being in the Yur In is a real pisser of a predicament.

© M Durfee

8.14.2014

Sorry once I get an idea stuck in my head I have to go with that shit.