Oh my little sea anemone
I didn’t know your name
Or if your game included me
My intrusion, your confusion
My bucket list of fickleness
But somehow I knew
I knew you would reach for me
The first time I touched you
Sea anemone, Laguna Beach
Written for Poetics: “first things first”. Kelly has returned for a visit and has asked us to write a poem about a first. This brief interaction was most likely a first for both of us.
Regrets swell like the tide
Dragging us like rag dolls
Back into the abyss
Swallowing us whole
Spitting us out
Only to con us in again
Moments back washed
Dripping with defeat
Nostalgic thoughts repeat
In the ebb and the flow
Dreams adrift
Seeking shores of solace
I was always directed to
Follow, conform
Listen and obey
Don’t make waves
Stand in a row
Follow the crowd
Integrate
Go with the flow
Don’t rock the boat
Comply and adjust
Submit
Am I a little beach bird?
mishunderstood 