The Right Column
The Sea as it Rages in a NorEaster

Seabirds in the surf
        It was a need for weeping
   But no sad thoughts would come
  and still a need for sorrow
    and being hurt
     deep in side
       to make me see
           the peace of what is real
       because that is what worked before.

  But the Spirit
   wouldn't give that to me - that weeping.
  It spared me that seasonal gloom.

 It seemed to say
  Give up your need for weeping

  So back to the bridge,
where the sky-scape had opened
  once before 
  and made me see the sadnesses
      of heartaches and 
  Winter glooms and depressive
      wind
    blowing the past away.

  But that was long ago.
  And all I could see
      was the flock
 swooping between
   the bridges.
  
  I wanted sad.
   But I could see
   the water-fowel
     braving the cold river.

  How can sadness
     bring me those tears of relief
     when those birds
  out in the icey flow
 neither complain
    nor know of tears that I might shed?

  So that is the reason
       that I could only feel joy
     and no tears
    not even I wanted them,
    now see it as a perverse urge.

 

   


Nov 11, 2010