Africa, Where Are You?

I couldn’t escape
Your hook captured me
Right off the coast
The boat ride was dramatic
The waters, turbulent

I lay exhausted
In a new environment
Comforted only by the tranquility
Of your shores
My life depended on your mercy

Strange sensations
As foreign fingers
Caressed me
We stared
Helplessly
Our destiny
Predetermined

The Fisherman and
The captured Fish
Both with mouths to feed
You unhooked me
You stared into my eyes
We were almost out of time
My mouth gaped wide open

For a brief moment
You understood
I too, am God’s creation
You threw me back in the sea
Feeling like you did the right thing
It was too late
I was already lost

Africa
Where are you?

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About Sean King

Husband, Father, Writer, Philosopher, Humanitarian

Posted on November 26, 2011, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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