October 2 by The Running Son
-≈-Great §ea bid me-≈-
The sea is a great retreat—
my dream, to someday share In her freedom.
When I, at last
by that mingling of water and earth-salts
(that making opaque and softening of hard-water by foam),
identify as ‘we’, then no moon shimmer
or trick of night will entice me away from her
vast blue body.
Traveling back, past my rutted embankments
where the last flood carved its downhill path
in graded stages,
you may pass a dam leaking stains,
steel pipes seeping rusty drainage, reinforced with rebar
and cable, reasons for reservoirs,
and for reserving a seat well situated
near the water table.
Inlets, swift currents, eddies,
tricky turns and sand-bars; all furnished landmarks
for sailing. The night sky, ever alight and unfailing,
offers us a legend, mapping the river’s edge,
topographically dredging, a fight against sediment;
a mangrove combing for stones
to create a clean waterway home.
by Jim Aldrich (:
Written for We Drink Because We Are Poets Monday Poetry Prompt #23: Emulation
In the end, I had to break from strict emulation, and as usual lately I was unfaithful to the prompt. I remain faithful to the spirit of prompts tho…which is to write, amen? (: Thanks Sahm, and the entire We Drink crew!
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.