You arrive in the pool
like you don't care.
Eyes dart around, Guard up.
A Great Wall stands between you
and letting it all hang out.
Hey, China man, you can safely fly
your freak flag around me.
I want you to know
How safe you are.
China man you may
shower as long as you care to.
Even leave toiletry and towels splayed out
wet in the shower drains.
neglect to take a shower before entering the
public baths. No demerits.
Safe ground surrounds you
I see you watch me out of the corner
of your eye.,.
Waiting for brutal Western man's
dangerous nature to shake you
Life has wounded you.
I know you are skeptical
there is no threat.
You're human, so you
have a need to be right.
So, you prepare
like a defendant on trial
for your life,for the coming
wave after wave of
of pain accusations,
The rich have crowded us
both out with
fences and walls
Walls to keep out
other man. We're allies in our economic deprivation.
I am not so different from you Chinaman.
We've both fled in our own ways,
from cruelty, intolerance,
in full retreat in social and economic exile.
within another system of conformity.
Both of us have been wrung
through the human stretcher,
an adjustment wringer.
I urge you to wear something ,
gaudy, loud, and flamboyant as you please.
you don't have to wear
drab, non-descript,inconspicuous, ,bathing clothes.
Neither one of us are going to be blatantly,
pushed with baton and bayonet to the showers at Auchwitz.
No, they have more sophisticated plans to cull us from the herd.
Off white briefs, under
Torn and tattered grey.
No flash, no frills. Nothing to stand out
for imaginary trigger happy guards,
up in the gun towers.
You are a step ahead of me Chinaman
and I'm prepared for the worst of the worst.
won't come today to rape, confiscate, or kill.
Yet, the memory of a death march remains in your eyes
I want to cry to you,
it's ok to wear a purple and orange speedo.
The latest in aquatic equipment, but,
the child in you still smells
Gai Gin napalm by the rice patties.
Agrarian farmers, shell shocked
out of their agrarian ways
grandparents who made
wine and cultivated the poppy.
making bamboo baskets
and wooden spoons.
parents who weaved your clothes,
As you husked the rice and found firewood.
You are the strong ones,
who made it through horrors unimaginable.
made it to the other side.
being curious study me
I notice your chin muscles are tight and defiant,
You quickly glance away when I look over.
how you move your neck
your stiff, and steady gait..
The women study me too like
some strange undiscovered zoo animal.
I think they wonder what makes me tick. How do I survive..
I think these people have been studied,
looked at under heavy surveillance
in their home countries. It's what they knew
so they are good at looking back..
A crack Communist security detail
breathing down your necks
to make sure you don't get more than your ration.
But, you found a way to get more.
And, you came here across the Ocean
to America with whatever you
could squirrel away
from your plantation masters.
But, your exodus came with a price.
You were ripped away
from family,from familiar ancient dialect,
and such rich ancient history.
Something you can't retrieve by looking at my face,
Here at our health club swimming hole.
I give visual cues that I'm a friendly water buffalo,
wading peacefully in the water, bobbing up
and down, cooing softly,
smiling with my eyes.
Do I appear aggressive in your eyes.
Am I making some critical body language error.
I hope not, but am ignorant to your customs.
All the animals in the water hole
eventually relax and let their thoughts take them.
The water, connective,cleansing,
liquid healing absolution
rippling in the pond..
In the hot tub you bring your sons
and daughters to lounge around
Fresh faced, first generation Amercian teenagers.
Who have figured out the game.
They don't talk to me either,
I am still Gai Gin a
They grin to the old ones who are watching.
Always watching. waiting for the inevitable crash
the falling of the sky.
Like the inevitable nature, storm cloud,
expected to happen.
Some grand upheavel willed to happen.
maybe a tsunami, tidal wave.
China man, you stand on the ready.
still holding on against bad odds.
a strained, new world smile.
But, nothing big, earth shaking, happens.
stll you watch and you wait
Like a proud, young lion cub
at crocodile's watering hole..
With Peking wonder and Pyongyang suspicion.
I look at you china man,and woman
and I wonder what your rich back story
As you stare back at me
wondering the same.
I'm moving like
a Slow Loris languishing in the pool.
I am ever patient
for the chinaman to finish testing me
I say nothing, as he
parades up and down my swimming lane.
and I let him know he has the right of way.
I stay wide right in our lane
where he's wide left.
I look over at him as if to say.
There's room enough for us both..
I feel we now have a mutually, unspoken understanding.
As soon as we make eye contact
sharing this implicit understanding.,
he swims away into another lane.
Allowing me more space to finish swimming my laps.,.
His journey here may have been due to
war, or odd politics.
He could have been a valuable asset
making critical military or business decisions
even saving his country from horrid things,
aiding the civilized world
to deflect destruction..
or maybe he's a former strong man, or slave monger,
maybe some mad scientist,
or on interpol's most wanted.
A former pirate on the high seas now
a land locked raging alcoholic.
Maybe he wakes up screaming and shivering
in a cold sweat from time as a soldier in
the killing fields of
Vietnam, or Cambodia,
A Red Chinese stow away.
Or a defector from
Pyongyang North Korea..
So, China men, who swims in the pool,
I honor you and accept you
as you do the same with me.
May God Bless you and best of luck in your
next living chapter in America and in the greater beyond.
Enjoy a safe haven
a new start in your new home,
protecting you and yours,
The precious souls of
your beautiful, soulful, children
rewriting the storyline
of your book of life..