Here’s the second of the poems I wrote while on my way to Homer. I had a L-O-N-G layover in Anchorage, more than seven hours (!!), which gave me a lot of time to do something to keep myself awake. I was ridiculously tired, up for almost 24 hours by the time I got in from Seattle, but I knew I couldn’t curl up and take a nap as I saw so many other people doing. I’d have slept right past my departure time! So I listened to music, listened to The Read, walked around … and wrote some sleepy-brained poetry.
Undertow The ocean decides: swim or drown? Water carries you. She can wave you to safety or suck you down. Water carries you. You trust her with your breath, your fragile, breakable bones. Your body is both lost and found. Water carries you. In my heart, fear and love are coupled for the sea. She smiles, swirling her gown – water carries you. I could live in her, tell stories of her beauty – cajole her out of her frown, water carries you. And I, Stacie, hold my fascination for her -- stand ready to polish her crown. Water carries you.
This might be the last of the ghazals that I post. I have one more that was written during that layover in Anchorage, but it’s sooo rough, so clearly written with the most exhausted part of my brain. We’ll see.