Sea

googley eyed sea painting
Mama told Adia
Over and over
What not to do
She told her
Not to do oh so many things
Adia sometimes thought
she would explode

Mama said
Never to cross the street without an adult
Never to eat the crispy-hot buns, just when they came out of the oven
all glistening and beautiful
and
Never to walk through the grimdark park, by nightfall
or she might cut herself
on its edges

But most of all
Mama told Adia
Never to take the long walk
through the town square
past the seafront shops
and onto the black-sand beach
no matter how nice the sand might feel
between her toes

Because the winds were sharp
and Adia might slip
into the Sea of Confusion
and be lost
Amidst the hyperboles
and the logical fallacies
and the dangling modifiers
Never to be coherent
or articulate
Ever again

But one day, when mama was very harsh
Adia ran away, in the middle of the night
Across the street
with a bun in her hand
through the grimdark park
down the town square
past the seafront shops
onto the black-sand beach

And surely enough
the winds were sharp
and they swept her off, into the Sea of Confusion
where she was battered by mixed metaphors
and malopropisms
until her tiny skin was store

But she was not lost

She emerged, a day later, a smile on her face
consciousness streaming from her lips
armed and ready to tell her mother
in flowery, illustrative language
just how very wrong she was
and feeling confused, of course
but not that confused.

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3 thoughts on “Sea

  1. oh my, I think I hear a story of me told in not so confusing metaphors.

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