Unpoem 2
Happiness
is one small island
in an infinite black ocean.
For years I clung to a jagged reef
submerged at spring tides,
swallowing black water,
no land in sight.
Then you swam up
amphibious mermaid with gold hair:
at once I saw palms, sand, an atoll.
Maybe we’ll swim to the atoll,
stay there a while
till the atoll sinks
(Global warming: the ocean’s always rising.)
But you’ll not drown
amphibious mermaid.
Go find another rock
comb your gold hair
sing to another man.
No, I wish you better:
may you find a good solid high island,
fruit trees and green hills.
Shed your tail, get pretty feet, make a home.
Unpoem 2 Atoll
© Copyright: David Lake, 2004
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