On a different coast
I suppose he's waiting on
a storm but truth be told I'm not
sure where exactly that is. His kayak
would be safely stowed away for now
and a camera at the ready in case
any lightning puts on a show.
I missed the northern lights last
night not for lack of looking nor for not
being up late because I looked and didn't
sleep as usual but without a car and
not wanting to walk for miles I couldn't
reach the high dark ground so
as to see the horizon where
fleeting auroras would be.
He'd understand the metaphor
and the reality, I think, knowing how
to ride waves fast against a storm
toward home, seeking a glow
in the distance that means shore.
A beacon by which to navigate
even as the lightning strikes
and the compass is fouled.
So the pen hits paper to
lead my mind out of its muddlings
and gives despair a form even
if it is nothing sturdier than
a paper boat in a hurricane and
goddamn me stuck here
alone without an oar.
@ellowrites @ellopoetry @apoem_4u
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