dropping anchor
in a sea of chaos
because that’s where i live
just now
and that island is still
a long ways away
and from where i sit
i can see the bottom
all swirling mud and nibbly-toe fish
i see the sun glinting off steel iron
dead weight placeholder
settling down into dawn
and about to be moments
of absolutely imperfect clarity
because nobody wants to be perfect
no how
and this water is cool
and my arms are so tired
all that rowing my way
’round this big blue circle
hollow bowl
amateur can’t hold me in
life cloche
i think
i’m just going to sit here
(beneath this glass)
and laugh for a while
June 4th, 2013 at 7:50 am
If you don’t laugh you cry so sending some tickles your way.
June 4th, 2013 at 8:00 am
laugh for a long while, i suggest.
June 4th, 2013 at 9:00 am
ha…after rowing so hard around the big blue globe…sometimes you just have to sit and laugh…smiles…the island and steel made me think of an island here i like to go sit on…you take an old train bridge to get over to it…all steel and wood…away from everything else…
June 4th, 2013 at 9:19 am
Nibly toe-fish!!!! LOL! what a wonderful view your mind has, Mrs. Medicrity…. Though personally I find nothing mediocre at all about this poem! Enchanting day in/on the water of life….. Captain of Chaos, dear…..
June 4th, 2013 at 9:29 am
It’s a great workout, though… rowing AND laughing. I especially like the 2nd stanza, Kelly.
June 4th, 2013 at 9:29 am
…”imperfect clarity” Excellent insight – This sounds like a plan to me!
June 4th, 2013 at 10:29 am
You have to laugh 🙂
June 4th, 2013 at 2:16 pm
If it’s laughing you need, then laugh! It’s a great internal workout.
June 5th, 2013 at 11:10 am
Amongst all the chaos, laughter is required! Lovely!