lost at sea
without words
only wave after wave
like blank lines
i can only name the color: gray
somewhere the wind is sweeping
long strands of hair across my face
tell me
there is nothing to tell you
if i lie still enough i think i can keep
my balance a little longer
how many people have told me,
i always thought by now i'd be dead
it turns out it takes more than that
no answers
for people i used to know
on the behalf of ghosts
ghosts have their own answers
i have silence
and sometimes
a sentence or two that comes from nowhere
like these:
Watch the horizon
and don't grip too hard
to the wet wood; salt and slime
under your fingers
will betray you. Trying to survive
is dangerous
without words
only wave after wave
like blank lines
i can only name the color: gray
somewhere the wind is sweeping
long strands of hair across my face
tell me
there is nothing to tell you
if i lie still enough i think i can keep
my balance a little longer
how many people have told me,
i always thought by now i'd be dead
it turns out it takes more than that
no answers
for people i used to know
on the behalf of ghosts
ghosts have their own answers
i have silence
and sometimes
a sentence or two that comes from nowhere
like these:
Watch the horizon
and don't grip too hard
to the wet wood; salt and slime
under your fingers
will betray you. Trying to survive
is dangerous
5 comments:
Love it.
Grace, thanks for your blog.
Hang in there.
Ron.
I love that bit about the horizon and the gripping. You drew a line and you told me not too grab it too hard, but like Wile E. Coyote, I did the opposite.
Glad to have you back among the living?
"... and in this least of journeys that is the last ... and in this feast of furies where sails mock the mast ... to see that shore free from tempest fate ... and the relief of wind-worn gaze ... to justify, all those yesterdays ..."
I followed this blog religiously from late 2007 until you stopped writing here. I come back occasionally hoping for a any signs of life. I miss your eloquence. I hope all is well and that you're still writing somewhere.
Post a Comment