A new house is like a cold pool,
A new community a cold ocean.
My old house was easy swimming,
The water warm and calm.
The waves floated with me
And my feet touched the bottom.
At sea, I was the captain,
I navigated the current
And knew the fastest route,
Undaunted, assured, familiar.
But then the weather shifted,
The once clear skies turned gray,
A new house, a new neighborhood,
A tempest of uncertainty.
At first, I kept dry,
Safe in the shelter of family.
I hesitated to test the cold waters,
Fearful of what was hidden in its depths.
Then with a great leap I plunged in,
The storm cleared, and I sailed on to the New World.
For now, the skies are blue,
And puffy clouds are dotted above,
Though I know that before long, the skies will darken again—
But this time, my ship is prepared.