I bought a pair of wellingtons

Waiting for the rain season to start

And I put them on

And I kept waiting…

One week of hope

One month of recline

Before I took them back

To get reimbursed for my waiting time.

If I knew I could find my way

To your soul’s Post Code

I could have kept living in a bona fide vicinity

Of my expectations that are never met

For several seconds more…

In fact, I don’t need any shoes

When it is so cold,

I’m able to go barefoot

When it is so wet…

If I only could find my way

To this indefinite proximity

That is just several text messages away…

To this bona fide vicinity

Which I never found

Even though

I have already searched the eternity.