Perfect storm (back to front poem)

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‘Shut the hatch!’


They lurch like the ship beneath my feet


these words buried deep in the pit of my guts


I struggle for breath and what I think I might say if I knew the truth of this matter…


I find, to my dismay, that there is no time for sickness.


Wall of water rising high enough to tilt my chin


Higher than when I used to track my kite


As a boy, the wind so much bigger than me.


The rain lashing so hard now everything I see is horizontal.


Someone slams my shoulder hard and gestures.


I stagger.


The vertical comes careening into focus.


Up the mast, tie it all off.


Back down again and the swells are dizzying


Still I turn on a heel.


Keep turning but then it’s beyond control.


Matching this chaos would be a feat.


All I see is the froth and the future becomes a wash


All I see is the fear and the fear comes across as froth


Spit from a dirty mouth.


And suddenly, it’s fucking mortal out here.


An eternity of indeterminate adjustments ensues


All the hands on deck and those in the know.


Some midway message I can’t decipher.


Eventually, the clouds shred themselves a bit.


A clear shot through.


And I see what it was meant to be…


A net full of fish.


Pocket full of dollars


The promise of a living -


I’m just trying to survive.


When the sun shines,


With all the beauty of life, sucked in on the salty air


Minus all the loss and heartache I might know


Hanging in some foreign balance


And I try to remember that I am human


While the slurry of guts runs rank down the decks


The sheen makes it seem something beautiful…


Reminds me,


To open the hatch and step into the light,

Created: Mar 14, 2014

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