✿ the day was trying to be foggy

the fat boy stood
in the surf smiling
in a kind of dazed
way and i
heard laughter
coming from
the dryer sand
and that
was going to be all

but i kept running
intent on being
thin, or thinner at least,
which by
the way was, before that
last supposed “all,” also
going to be all – the first
“all” as it were – but then
as I said i saw
the fat boy and then,
to catch you up, i said
i kept running so neither
all was all, as no all
can ever be all, for pelicans
emerged in an a-
symmetrical V from
the fog prehistoric-
looking to me but inside
they could have been
laughing and this
of course i ran
by as well or they flew
past or some or a little
of both, and i even picked
up speed past crabs
the size of kennedy
half-dollars being pried
from the sand by gulls
that scampered and
fought past the wrecks
of past crabs strewn o’er
the sand like blown-out
tanks, like D-Day had been
today, for them anyway, as I ran
and the fat sand
and ocean pumped life to feed
life and me lord
of it all—lord of
the supermarket anyway—
until a small dog
at my heels made
me start—the heart jumps
in the throat doesn’t it? well, it does
for me—at the growling till he
became distracted by
something a ways off,
the whole thing was
half-assed so i kept
running and then
a gull started
out of the surf, saw me
coming, skidded
on one foot and turned
around, like something
out of a cartoon; turned
around before the lord
—the lord of it all getting
thinner as I ran
through mist and
fog and always the sound
of ten-year-old girls
squealing with no sense
of time until
returning I saw that
the fat boy
was still there—
and his whole fat family
too up on dryer sand—
he wouldn’t
come out of the surf
and he wouldn’t
quit smiling


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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