(poem) Soft Rain and Laughter From On High

23May09

A dream of a boat

Noah and Ahab float away on a raft

Gulliver is in charge now

But how does it begin

The end is there

I write this poem backwards

A soup bowl of quantum level chaos

I began to wail.

“Why haven’t I been given the standard instructions regarding the life rafts?!”

I reported on deck but the captain said

“You’re on your own matey.”

Then he chuckled.

So I napped in the deck chair ‘neath the silvery moon.

A big black dog howled from the next chair.

I told him to shut up.

He whined.

I apologized.

Soft rain and laughter coming from on high.

Note: This started as a Facebook status update after listening to Patti Smith Babelogue

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