An Allegorical Poem Based on Real Events Brutus woke up suddenly on a rock next to the lake. He looked around and felt strange. The lake shimmered and the sun burned on his skin. What was this? Brutus didn’t know what he was doing here. He wasn’t sure why he was thinking or feeling things. He felt very alone. He didn’t know who had put him here, and he didn’t know where to go. He wasn’t like all the other brutuses who went busily about their days, buzzing to the next task and desire until they fell asleep. He wanted to go somewhere. He needed to go somewhere. He wanted to feel comfortable and whole. He wanted to latch on to something, but there was nothing to latch on to. He couldn’t be with his own mind. Where was his home? He wanted to go inside, but there was no inside on the rock. He walked to the shady trees, but he got there and he was still Brutus. There was no crevice to crawl into. Only pounding sun and open sky and existing. Maybe he could get it ou...