by Karyn Hempel
Is it you I often see
riding on your own raft of poems,
the waves like answers
to questions you've never asked?
Are you lost−do you just
pretend to know where you are?
Will you put down an anchor?
Aren't you afraid you would be
carried out to sea, afraid
you could never come back?
Will you always wait until
all the other boats come in
before you come in too?
How late will you be−how long?
Will you wait until dark
and work that into your poem, too?
Will you wait until the tide
pushes you onto the beach?
Will you look up in time
to see me leave?
(kh August 1987)
(yes, an old poem)
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Hi Karyn,
ReplyDeleteI like it. Curious...have you changed this poem at all since 1987, or is it the same poem as it was then?
Thanks,
Hans
Interesting! Yes, it is in a slightly different form than the original poem. (And it's frustrating, but I can't FIND the original).
ReplyDeleteNot much different though: once someone suggested to put it in an all-question form....
Thanks, Karyn