What I Felt When Grandma Died and My Family Dissolved
Stuck in mud at the side of the river
We just looked at each other
Wondering what to do
Just push away
I suggested
Push away
Away
As we did the kayak flipped over
Into the cold water shock gush down
Feeling up and up and kayak stuck on top
Feeling around to the side and up
Gasp
Can’t reach the kayak
Can’t reach my friend
Grab branch and pray.
5 Comments:
Had no idea you wrote poetry.
Wow.
And hugs.
Yeah, I've written for years, but nothing much recently other than this. There's a poem on here that I wrote last year about *Z*. This one is actually based on an experience I had in the Dan River in Israel. Maybe I should put that in the title? Hmmmm.....Hugs right back at you. Let's talk on the phone when you get back to Israel.
Thanks, Joe!
...and float. Remember, the river knows its destination...which is always to the ocean. Buddhism equates water, especially oceanic bodies of water, with compassionate wisdom. The river, then, will take you there, if you stay with the river.
That's very interesting Gail. Ironically, I think that the Dan River would have taken me into some Palestinian areas, but its a lovely metaphor that I'm going to try to think about today in regards to Jerry.
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