A Series of Poems I’ve Written, Ed. 4: “When the Tide Comes in”

The weather is sunny in Seattle today, and so it is easy to be joyful. Some days, not so much. This poem deals in water, in wind, and most of all in the true source of hope.

 

When the Tide Comes in

 

Jesus was a sailor, after all,

split knuckles good for more than just

hammering and

healing.

 

On bad days, I listen

as rain pounds out the

staccato rhythm of my mood,

and I think,

At least I’m not in a boat.

 

Sometimes I have to wait.

There he is, asleep among dead fish,

Untroubled by the chafing sea.

 

Then,

predictable as the tides,

he wakes and

peace arrives:

my merchant navy

bearing

shipping crates full

 

stacked            20 tall

30 deep

 

a quadratic equation

equivalent to

 

the brisk salt breeze,

bright pennants flapping,

gulls flying over

red boxes full up

with hope.

 

 

This poem appeared in The Phoenix Soul November 2016.

For other poems, check out “A Small Rebellion“, “Perspective“, and “Winter Hike in the Mountains“.

Photo by Żeglarz – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1760402
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