Wading in a Drunken Ocean
One night in the Bahamas, I ‘wrote’ this poem on a beach. After a series of bright purple drinks. Which ended with a shot of tequila. And my falling sideways off a barstool.
There are only a few moments I still recall of that night: John dancing in a style of crazy so joyful it should be packaged and sold; a stranger wearing black with a gold cross necklace offering to sell me weed; they way I glared at him as a figure of all that is wrong with the world.
And the clacking of my blue beaded sandals as I stumbled down the boardwalk, supported by my husband and friend, while gazing at the moon and yammering about god.
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A curtained star
beyond the surf
You are the sun
I am the moon
he is the wind between us
This is the sound and
substance of my soul
within this moment
my life
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