The Unbridled Sea
As we recover from two catastrophic weather events in the northeast, Hurricane Sandy and Nor’easter Ari, we are reminded of both our powerlessness and our strength. The stories of courage and the outpouring of support are inspiring. Why is it that crisis seems to bring out the best in people? As friends struggle with damaged homes, weeks without heat or power, and so much loss, I think of the balance of dark and light that is a part of our lives:
Shoreline, Winter (this poem was first published in the chapbook Insufficient Thanks, Finishing Line Press, 2012)
It’s hard to tell the difference between sky and sea today,
a jagged line of snow competes; horizon, liquid, solid
and something in between
the way that darkness and light compromise in mid-winter,
afternoon a murky version of early morning,
the world becoming simpler,
a decision to wear galoshes or splash whiskey
into a cup of tea.
Everywhere vague beauty, halo of mist, undertow,
and untouchable creatures below the surface
where once I ventured, curious and unbroken.
