Immigrant

I dove into the silent swamp

To muddy my body; camouflage

From disasters inside my head

It embraced me; swooning

A refugee in the shallow sound

The water was warmed by the sun

That shimmered in the wake of my steps; electric

A bit of cellophane floated, almost sinking

An inadvertent imposter like myself; interloping

Floundering in a world unfamiliar

I live in this place now, an immigrant

From the canyons of concrete and metal; artificial

The grass is no more greener here, just taller

And strong enough to thatch my roof; shelter

I’ll stay here forever, and never die