I’m afraid of success
of reaching a goal only to find myself lost
without purpose
it’s happened before
the sudden removal of a long time compass that
leaves you floating in the middle of the sea
with no land in sight
on a cloudy starless night
I’m afraid of losing the small bits of map
I’ve managed to salvage
translated from the last time I lost my way
I don’t know where the nearest shore is
just your basic north and south determination
but still
I’m afraid I’ll lose that too
if I do anything
other than breathe
lost at sea [poem]
