the hundred year flood
made me an island onto myself
reaching down inside
to retrieve a memory, or a sign
of how to survive
coming up empty
branches, then trees
dog houses, cars, swimming pools
sailing past my island
picking my guitar up off the floor
for when the water rushed in
what else could i do?
alone with the elements
cats looking to me for guidance
but i had none
we had to just wait it out
as the water rose
next morning, ice covered everything
tree roots now exposed
like arms reaching up from the earth
glistening ivory bones
having escaped their imprisonment
as i had escaped mine.
12.12.2010
spring creek
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
you had me at "hundred year flood"
ReplyDeletebut I'm so glad I stayed for "glistening ivory bones"
Do you know the SCI song hundred year flood? One of my favorites. Grab the children, head for higher ground...
ReplyDeleteFrom high waters to tree bones a perfect delight. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome. thank you for reading!
ReplyDeletejen, i do not know that song but you know i'm running right over to youtube to find it. thanks & love.
Well, now that I read your other piece, I am reading the poem differently. I believe I took it as metaphor before. Either way, it's well done.
ReplyDeleteWhat think to live through, but the key word is "live."
exactly.
ReplyDelete