Sailing

Sailing long poem

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Assess the world upside down—literally—
Standing in the doorway—
Then upside down—in the apartment on Prescott St—
Through one’s legs—everything
Makes about as much sense
As anything ever does.

*

I am hoarse with the contrived implications,
Weary with the jib permutations
Which don’t quite congeal or conceal.
My sailor from the ship that has never
Come in.

I need to give a kiss goodbye
But my lips can’t reach—they beseech
With a twitch and a sigh—
A whisper of rustling
Sentiment, maybe entices,
Devises a way to make
A message known—
A Morse code of sorts.

*

Back upside down, too much wine
At dinner perhaps or some other intoxicating
Mishap, the fizzle of blood contuses the face,
Kaleidoscopes the view which assails
Like hail: sun-flowers, brown-brimmed
Hat, pair of blue eyes, crisp flannel
Trousers, door with a wood frame,
Shadows, black and white linoleum.
But I’m looking for a sailor’s cap.

*

Upright, up right, all right as rain
Which pours in angular streams
From a slightly tilted globe
Which is still a world—
Someone’s world.

*

I go to the front window, fingertips
Trace the path of raindrops
As they glide down the windowpanes,
Feeling all at sea.

*
What is the key to all of this?
Next time I will attempt to discern
More keenly who is knocking
At the door and learn
What the code for love is.

*

For now though, I will gaze
Pass the bushes near the window,
Crane my neck over the tall office
And apartment buildings,
Through the dark stormed-sky
And strive to see the tall masts
Of ships.

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Barbara Matteau

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My poems have appeared in such varied publications as Fulcrum, Dancing Shadow Review, Maryland Review, the Dudley Review and the Antigonish Review. I also write short stories and plays. I work at the Center for African Studies at Harvard where we provide support for various African and Africanist pursuits.
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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As I read your poem I was visualizing your thoughts and they seemed pretty interesting 🙂
A refreshingly different and well written piece.
Kudos!

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