Gone Fishing

They came knocking after

several weeks of silence,

after she abandoned the threads

of ordinary life on her porch

like an old woman grown tired

of sewing, leaving a sign on her door

with only two words to tell

of her leaving,

for she had gone where

everything began, to the rocks and

the shores of the sea, where she had first

picked up a love of the universe

like a broken seashell and cast it into

her bucket of understandings

she now hauls around everywhere

like a child’s plaything.

They scoffed at her and the way she

dug up her life to drift along the edge of

the world’s body in the shallow

makings of the ocean, but

there was nowhere else for her to go,

nowhere else to realize that

there was so much more

to everything than she

had ever imagined.

There will be no new poems for this week as I will, of course, be ‘drifting along the edge of the world’s body’ at the beach. See you all in 7 days!

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17 thoughts on “Gone Fishing

  1. “picked up a love of the universe
    like a broken seashell and cast it into
    her bucket of understandings
    she now hauls around everywhere
    like a child’s plaything”

    I love these lines.

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