Hawthorne, CA, Los Angeles
EMPTY MAN ON NARROW LEDGE
On my way to challenge the sea,
I had some water thrown on me,
And, as the wind blew chill that day,
Considered, I, the misery
The future had in store for me,
And, then and there, I lost my way.
I faltered in my pace, my stride
Did break on path ten paces wide
That led down to the water's edge.
And when I reached the ocean side,
The joy I'd always known had died.
Stood empty man on narrow ledge.
There I lived, so balanced I,
With one foot wet, the other dry,
Pretending that this in-between,
Impervious to land and tide,
In false, unfailing, foolish pride,
Was where I had set out to be.
One day, the sea rose high and sent
A mighty wave, my claim to rent.
To me that wat'ry specter spoke:
"Now be ye, want ye, gladly wet,
"Or get thy sadness from my tent."
And in my heart new life awoke.
Emancipated from torment,
I cursed the ledge, and all it meant.
Immersed in rediscovered hope,
Inland, from the shore I went,
Amidst the human element,
In search of love and broader scope.