the witch hunt*

you say

there are plenty

plenty for you and me

but i look around

and all i do

is come up empty

you say

there are plenty

plenty of them in the sea

but i gulp down

and all i end up

is thirsty 

you say

there are plenty

plenty more fish in the sea

but i bite down

and all i feel

is hungry

you say

there is nothing

nothing left

to worry

and you're right

cos i look down

and all there is

is water at my feet

* This image is a digital map of ocean traffic, mined from 18th- and 19th-century ship's logs.

Wow, it's been a long time since I've written (and published) anything on this blog (over 4 years, not including "the morning moon"). I keep on saying this, but hopefully this is the start of another wind of creative writing. I think part of my recent struggle is that I don't want to write anything too depressing. And yet, my most creative juices seem to come out when I contemplate utterly morose ideas (like an ocean vacuous of life). I suppose I should just embrace how I'm wired. And just let it out. Honestly, it's probably better than keeping it in. :|