The day had just begun and yesterday was surely gone
I was in my office
“just another day”
but was feeling left alone,
in another way;
A man came in
Shorty, shaved with long soft hair
And a soft voice and as he breathed
He said to us in Japanese
We had to leave.
It had been all sunny and clean
The sky and the air, I mean.
We knew the rain was soon to come,
In torrents not just some.
So here we go again, out out, it was supposed to rain.
I hate the rain. I love the rain
When I’m out and I’m about
I’ll get wet without a doubt
But will walk free
Without the fear of walking under a tree.
Today as though it was different
And we knew the typhoon was serious
Not like its victims
Not like us, sitting there indifferent
So, without a pause and without a question, soon we had left.
Walked home in the sun and thought about the day fully
And how it started beautifully
And that it was soon becoming shady, rainy, cloudy, dark and gloomy
And was forcing us to stay inside
Stay in our homes, stay in our rooms.
Spent the whole day watching the typhoon
Like people spend the time watching the sun eclipsing the moon
Looked out of the windows wondering how
I felt I was trapped inside
Although I must say this, all the hours felt like “now”
And now that the winner, the powerful typhoon is gone
I’m sitting at my desk surfing and my coffee in the plunger perking
I come up with the word Chrisalysm very randomly
Although I think to me it has a meaning
I look it up to see it means “an amniotic feeling of being trapped”, and it was then my consciousness was tapped.
It was that feeling I had the whole day
That did not give way to my courage, my freedom
To walk outside without submitting to typhoon’s kingdom,
But now I know I was too little just like a Chrysalis
And must await tomorrow’s freedom as it’s ever in life amiss.
September 4, 2018
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