Actually—not so very
long after
row row rowing—
our boats all
the way
across the wide
titanic
sea—in search of some
freedom,
what we
found was—ourselves.
Marooned
in the same huge
line, in front
of some very sleek futuristic
stainless check-
out counter,
and all staring—duly hard
at the magazine
and news-
paper
racks while
we waited. And reading, to kill
the time—again
and again
and again, all of their tall
fantastic
headlines, in the vain
hope that,
on one
of those passes—something
about one
of them
would start
to look
different to us,
even if it
still
sounded exactly—
the same.
