I've been digging through some things I wrote way back when I was talking mostly to myself here. I've had this blog for almost exactly a year now, and I'm amazed at how much I have actually written over that time. Of course quantity does not imply quality.
Some of these poems I barely remember writing, now. It's a bit like that strange feeling I used to get reading my old diaries, before I destroyed them all. It's like reading something that belongs to somebody else, and it's private and kind of scary to look at.
I like this poem, so I'm bringing it forward to share. There are a few others that I might dig up and share, too, while I'm feeling brave enough.
Under the mud-sea of my despair I found you
a sharp surprise, a brilliant spark
lifting me with startling speed to the surface,
where we gasped the clear night air with the sting of salt
breath stolen by the deep array of night stars
intruding upon the blackness.
Hard as we try
we can’t hold each other’s heads above the water for long.
A meteor traces across Orion, a quick flame
and is gone.
When my sea-slick arms slip and I fall back under
I try to record this moment and file it safely,
because what are the odds that I will encounter you again
in these infinite murky waters?
March 8, 2008