Worlds in Themselves

A mind in itself is a world. 

A world I haven’t traveled,

With a foreign currency

That I don’t know how to exchange. 

You are my second language, 

But I found that you speak an

Unfamiliar dialect.

I’m not sure if this new world

Is a home or a vacation. 

A world unto itself

Immense and unknown,

Murky like rivers 

Hiding currents.

I’m not a strong swimmer,

And have lived eighteen

years avoiding water.

But sometimes I think the 

Water looks cool and welcoming,

As the ripples catch and reflect

The persistently cheerful sun. 

I wonder what buoyancy feels like.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Marc! :)
I like this writing for its thoughts and feelings, and some great analogies. Thanks for sharing.