Waters edge in the coolness of morning, I imagine
that I am
before the three day search is called off
before Hibiscus leis are thrown into the sea, and
tearful prayers offered up to the ocean gods
all the indications of impending doom appear
signposts and red flags,
and explanations of rip tides, and what to do
should you find yourself in one
three hot pink floats dot the translucent turquoise
surface in a
one point perspective, showing
where not to go, so
why did you dive in?
the lure of underwater worlds
where you swim eternal?
were these warnings added later
to cover the asses of those in charge
of such things?
Your photograph is set upon a small cairn of coral
strewn with wilting Plumeria blossoms
at the edge of the beach.
angry questions are only part of
I offer up my poem, ‘Why?’, in response to the One Word at a Time Blog Carnival, hosted by Peter Pollock at his blog, PeterPollock.com. Drop by, and read all the thought provoking entries written on today’s word, Broken. Thank you, Peter, for taking us there.
A few of the upcoming words for the Carnival will be:
- January 25 – Winter
- February 8 – Renewal
- February 22 – Sacrifice
- March 8 – Future
- March 22 – Goals