The Rocking Boat

The boat is rocking. Which way should I lean?
Should I hold tight to the boat, be one
with the boat, have faith that the boat will hold us
as it was made to do?
Or should I try to level the boat? When other riders
jolt from side to side, try to direct our course, should I join with those who counter their every move
with equal force?
And the water—
the waves carrying us the gods know where,
raising, then negating what’s under us,
and water gathering around
our feet, at first a bother and now, deepening,
it becomes a third force in the boat—
it seems willing to take us down as one.

I remember how I once loved being in a boat.
I knew fear then, too, but greater than that I knew
a trust in my companions. Together,
balancing, moving in and on the waters
which held our bulky forms so lightly we
laughed, and had to wonder….

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Rocking Boat

  1. Will need to discuss this further… Go back and block the rhythm of how you would read the poetry in front of an audience. The challenge is making the poetry read visual to the emotive cadence;;;;

    So, to realize this we need to move into action, poetry gatherings and activism defined in a new way.

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