s.o.s.

there is no need for rescue
I feel no searchlight shining over me
but then,
why dangle in the waves
and keep getting washed to shore
and taken over and over again
out to the reef, only to be buried
into what I know is not the comfort I seek.

there is no need for rescue
but I see ladders
and hear sirens
and smell the burning above and below
and sit stranded for authorities
to come and look in and make sure
everything is eh-o-kay.

there is no need for rescue
but I certainly feel as if this cage needs a key
this cookie jar needs its lid lifted
and this fence needs its post pulled from the earth.
I know your time is short here
but why the endless suffering of tears
and starvation of what I truly wish to feel
is slowly being unravelled at a pace
only galaxies would bother putting up with.

there is no need for rescue
and I know the shrieks and calls out for help are going unnoticed
in a sea of common cause
but why, oh why, does someone with such awareness
of the real and of the experience
need to bother making the 9-1-1 call in the first place?
why is there lingering doubt about existence’s purpose
when so much has been revealed as the status quo way of life?

there is no need for rescue
but this is a cry for help.
and perhaps it is I,
the wolf in sheep’s clothing,
who has slithered his way in here to cause a disturbance.