may be the result of a number
of factors coming together
such as a strong wind multiplied
with other effects
the point is
you don't know it's coming
your life is really okay
your life is going as planned
your sea is calm
you take
your ordinary lunch with
a glass of red wine
you are actually bored
preoccupied
honestly the world
is dead except
unknown to you
there's the wave
the anomaly
the wine you notice
is a little bitter
tastes too much of oak
your bread is dry and those
birds in the distance
they are nothing but gulls
*I've been thinking a lot about the rogue wave that struck the cruise ship recently. It seemed to me to be a perfect metaphor for the things in life that we never see coming. This is just a raw, rough draft, but I really needed to get it down. My blog is so great because it always invites me to compose.
I love this Theresa, especially, "you take / your ordinary lunch with / a glass of red wine / you are actually bored".
ReplyDeleteI've been working lately on the transition from being in school to not being in school, and I've found myself doing a lot of waiting for something to happen instead of making something happen. This is not really related to what I see as the thrust of your poem, but I think it's on the periphery, a different spin. Waiting for a wave instead of creating one.
I love poetry that spurs connections, close and far.