the brook wanders by the farmhouse,
an animal falls in, and cannot swim,
the brook does not know this,
the brook lets the animal struggle, it is tiring
the farmer sees the animal tumble in,
he checks to see it is not one of his, poor animal weakening
he knows he does not have to save it,
he too has more important things to tend,
a person in an ocean of people, (two or more)
wears masks to make them seem to belong,
they hide their struggle, from the closest ones
to them and from their co-workers, and family
as well,
all of who do not want to notice the battle,
they do not look beyond the mask,
it is not their business,
it would be rude,
it might take too much out of them,
that is right,
just ask the
brook and the farmer.


©ClemC072013

Black ink squirted in my eye,
Too close as he passed by,
Crusty barnacles, reachin' up and out,
Scratch my beluga belly,
swimming distracted,
always on demand,
dump me in the deep end of the ocean,
off of dry land,
Is the only solution, IF
you put me in a bind, with chains and anchors,
then I could escape the twenty four hour me, baby.

©ClemC072013

I am a beluga stuck on the ground,
My covered water body, sounding,
An echo to the sounds around us,
I move the water that moves, us
I am not shy, of passersby,
I love being me!
appetite for life,
devoured at my whim,
though I am a baby, small in this place.

©ClemC072013

I am a Beluga but stuck on dry land,
My thin skin the fish tank, where I feed,
On music,
On wonder, always aware of danger,
On dance,
On water, afraid of drying out like a stick,
On swimming,
On life, bring it on...baby!

©ClemC072013

have you ever wanted to wander off alone,
to find yourself bending to skip a stone,
across the water.

did you ever lay in a meadow and spy
a vulture watching you from up on high,
gliding across the sky.

now or never stand on a mountain top,
looking east, or west, south and north and stop,
to stare across time,

To appreciate,
the gift of life,
so who are,
you going to
share it with...a cross...

Red flashing lights on the beach,
Green cold liquid state around me,
     lake water surrounds my body,
sandy bottom down and away darkly,
  the water absorbs all the light starkly,
but we are looking for a swimmer lost,
the beaches, we checked
and the diving platform decks,
we searched the bathrooms of both sexes,
parking lot a lot, again we were vexed,
parents though, cried and filled with panic,
the search was organized, very mechanical,
until
in the shadow of
a deep sunken log
the eleven year old arm,
pale, body lying still
caught the eye,
of a big-hearted guy,
a strong guy named Joe,
who dove
and dove,
till he reached
the hand that was
reaching out...
to say goodbye.

They sounded so close, waves
flashback in my memory, of
a filled back seat circled by, cars
as the movie played on, speeding
us along until that moment goes, by.


©CLEMC072013