Flood Myth Poem by Arsene Hodali

Flood Myth



Some of us live holding our breath.
blood roaring in our ears, lungs stretched to bursting,
counting the seconds with our heartbeats
for day, months, years,
before we’re forced to exhale.
before the harsh waters of life come
rushing into our lungs,
drowning us.

some of us build scuba-gear.
smiling at our ingenuity
consciously,
really smiling at our self-delusion
made reality
subconsciously.
the self-delusion being that the ocean is tameable, handleable,
graspable.. by Man’s hands.
and that the waters of life really aren’t that harsh afterall.
too late do we realize that
sharks swim behind us, that
the air in our tanks is depleting, and that
eventually water rusts all things,
including scuba-gear.

and some of us learn how to breath underwater.
but it’s not easy.
Man is a land animal.

the stories were true,
the great flood is real.
it came, and it stayed.
noah’s ark is the myth.

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Arsene Hodali

Arsene Hodali

Kigali, Rwanda
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