I've had just enough time to... not to argue with crocodiles
Taken from the safety of the shore in Sarawak of the crocodile infested river
Under
the blue umbrella
She
waits…
As gray
water rushes by
She
waits…
The
water has crocodiles
“I’ve no
argument with crocodiles”
Crocodiles
don’t need arguments
They are
even sorry for what they did
Crocodiles
being what they are
Would happily
consumed you for breakfast
Or any
other meals after that
That is
their nature, that is nothing strange
What is
strange are the tears they shed
“The
waters are wide, the crocodiles are few
If one does
come across and after me
Maybe
that is my fate?”
You
could stand away from the water’s edge
“I
could.
I know a
boy from the village yonder
Full of life,
spirit and wonder
On a
clear cloudless day, he was struck by lighting
Burnt to
a crisp and no one even heard the thunder
It was
not raining, and he did not stand under a tree
And they
said it is more difficult than winning a lottery.”
She said
it all with a smile
And a
resolve strong enough to poke a crocodile’s eye
I
retreated and it was many steps later
Before
the question surfaced from the muddy water
What are
the reasons she waits…
