shore

forgive me

i don't want to be understood

i can't figure out this world

without all the pieces

and i keep throwing my chips upon the table

expecting another card to play

maybe we should have

concentrated on tomorrow

the next hand

before throwing forever into the mix

my ring has been collecting tarnish

the emerald has grown cloudy

maybe i could figure it out

if you would deal to me

wonder envelopes me

feeds me to the sharks

it's hard to say what

i see in this shallow water

i used to hear the sound of your wave in

every shell i'd find in the beach

summer closes and makes the sand hard

i walk along and watch the water

i look behind and watch my steps

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

Very moving work

[Becky C Strukamp]

forgive me
i don't want to be understood
I can't figure out this world
without all the pieces
and i keep throwing my chips upon the table
expecting another card to play

A remarkable stanza, how true this is, how true in deed