Thoughts arrive on sailboats
Offering their ideas and
Voicing them immediately
But thoughts also drown on sailboats
When they plunge into
The deep abyss
No longer remembered
Thought of or conceived
Vision becomes a slow motion film and
Every action is enlarged and emphasized
Talking becomes intent and
Every word is sounded from a political argument
Intentions are scrutinized
Like a Muslim walking through a metal detector and
Guilt expands like helium in a balloon
To pop from the constant pressure
Of performing above perfection
The student’s teacher
The valedictorian’s tutor
The prodigy’s master
All different forms of God
I ought to repent for my sins
But that can wait until tomorrow
Bulou Mataitoga, Fiji
The Social Poet 