I flew into Miami. The alligators were waiting.
God was in a million churches.
He understood my Scottish accent. The girl in McDonalds did not.
The schools were a sham. I panicked. My poor kids.
I looked down at the sidewalk.
Waiting to be bitten by venomous reptiles
Who became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.
The trucks were awful. The lights far too bright.
Which meant I didn’t drive at night.
But God understood my accent.
I watched football but my imagination was kicking balls.
I watched baseball and swung my pole wildly out over the river and rejoiced
When the fish wiggled.
I survived hurricane Jeanne and Mickey Mouse
The latter appearing so aloof,
But it was the former that blew away my roof.
I’ve been nickel and dimed and downright robbed
Because they thought
He’s not from here,
But after 16 years
Assimilating and waiting
Understands my accent.