BARAKAT

Within my body I sail,
from moment to moment.
I do not know where I came from,
nor where I am going.

All I can do is float,
to survive each breath.

Sometimes I wonder—
what would it feel like
to wake and find myself
alone on a small boat,
adrift in the middle of the ocean,
surrounded by nothing but waves,
and a far, vague horizon.

Frightening, isn’t it?
And what if there were others on that boat—
lost as I am,
not knowing—
would it ease the fear?

Or perhaps, in time,
some would begin to predict,
to pretend they know—
to speak of maps,
and myths of how we ended up here,
and what we must do.

Would I want to believe it is true?
I do not know…
I do not know.
Maybe.

Barakat