Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

  
Tsunami

A fly pinned to the map
I can’t squirm or cry my way to freedom.
Monster rips me razor blades from inside
dangling intestines, shriveling fallopian tubes
the 4th inning for ovaries.
I gasp for air on concrete or in my car
under tsunami waves.
It’s Big Ben clockwork
every 20 days now,
yet always a surprise.

That was yesterday. Today scales
balance, I walk dogs through green
Irish fairy tale woods, feel footsteps
fall downhill. Last night’s storm drips
drops from spring branches. Birds chatter.

I wonder when the next set will come.
My husband reels from yesterday’s
swell. He searches for the cause,
searches for a solution. 

I tell him, “get a bigger board,
ride the wave as best you can.”


 

 Diane Sherman, January 2009