Over at dVerse Poets Pub, the prompt tonight is ‘Anecdote’. So I decided to rewrite an older poem of mine, which very much arose from a personal anecdote. (P.S. I am now expanding my boulangerie vocabulary and sometimes get handed the right bread.)
‘A few months’, they told me,
‘Immersion is good.’
Just jump in the pool, fully clothed,
then swim, swim some more, swim for your life,
always almost, but never quite there.
Haunted by failure, aware of the dangers,
I navigate, anxious, between the extremes.
All blandness in word choice,
I crawl through the accents raining in all directions
submerged in hot water when phone brings rapid riposte.
My jokes are more plodding,
some meaning eludes me.
I paddle along even when I am lost.
Distracted by how I pronounce the word ‘pain‘,
the baker hands me the wrong kind of bread.
I think I’ll stick to baguette in the future.