it’s my privilege

it’s my privilege
to be watching
a huge stretch
of the bay outside
this window,
noticing more
the sheet of water like steel
pocked by a trillion
ball-peen hammers than
the two coots floating
in the foreground;
that is until a third one
breaks the surface
without a sound, just
a fourth, a fifth,
and a sixth, all popping
eight, now nine of them—as though
the ocean—ten—
were hatching birds.

until i count twenty-three—
floating there,
as if nothing
had happened;
the orange-grey smears
and daubs
of a new day
behind them—just floating
in their ragged brotherhood,
as if they couldn’t give a shit,
as if the world
were not remarkable


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: 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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