Bobcaygeon

Sometimes I hide away from humanity,

From the loudness, the pain, the hurt,

And the friction that our humility can bring.

Other times I lean in,

Urging heartbreak,

Urging that temporary touch of hearts,

That fulfills us.

Such as when I watch the stars twinkle,

And somewhere across the lake,

Someone plays Bobcaygeon,

Of which I adore.

Then I realize,

Everything is going to be okay,

Everything will be okay…

Þetta Reddast.

(Wahim)

Bobcaygeon is a long but rather simple poem. At the time of writing, I was torn between accepting and avoiding difficult emotions. Which I would attempt to face on a dock, at a cottage I was staying at. All for the battle to be interrupted by someone faintly playing The Tragically Hip’s Bobcaygeon– grounding me in the present.