Week 4: my sweet munchkin, and a poem inspired by the reading of Men On Boats at Main Street Theater (which was superb). The poem feels unpolished, but I wanted it done!
wine drunk Monday revelry – rambunctious whispers stripes of fancy, adventure sweetly cries in broad swatches; here I sit in blue, light heavy overhead – a lecture, a lectern, a white square murmuring, building waves that crested in my lap to spill out, spinning paper boats so sure on shore if Mai mapped my mind, topographic, here grows fully realized cliffsides and sandy striations whorls, eddies in shallows, great jutting boulders sopping wet with rain and spirits and good god! (deus ex machina) in a moment I’m transported, no map in hand down river we slide with a chorus of oars up, oars out digging to find purchase in unforgiving waters calling to our brothers – our sisters – our river kin adventure and fear and ecstasy in every syllable we truly begin
