Wednesday, April 13, 2011

in the eye of the hurricane heart

Here in the eye of the hurricane heart
     cribbed by the wind
          bobbing, fishing

watching each other drift slowly apart
          spurned by the land
               thirsting, wishing

Hugged by the stillness of comfort and peace
          flat and becalmed
               rolling, drifting

rocked in a cradle of motionless cease
          huddled and numbed
               cramping, shifting

Feeling between us the width of the ocean
we loom against each other 

beyond touch but not sight  
knitting a sail by day
undoing it all by night

 the brothers and the sisters of Penelope
  adrift here
   bobbing and weaving
     and waiting
      for the yarn to end

Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells


Molly said...

There's something visual and visceral about this one. Not to mention clever. Good'un!

The Bard said...

Thanks. But I think it still needs a little work. Needs more wave motion in the last couple of verses. I'll play with it . . .