Tuesday, July 27, 2010

rip



I wrote this poem last year when I was caught in an ocean rip. I had never understood how a person could drown in a rip. We'd been warned before going in and before I knew it I was way out and thought I'd better go back. It was the first day of a two-week Sanskrit intensive and I had just met the woman standing next to me. She got back in first and turned to watch while I struggled and somehow made it. I felt the line of her gaze pulling me in. My muscles went to water. My breath was sucked out of me. I stumbled as I reached the edge, almost fell. That afternoon, I had also felt overwhelmed by my inability to understand any of the language spoken around me. I was also drowning in words.


rip dp 60
for Lucinda
She was drowning,
not waving in the
rip of language. Help,
she called breathless,
the cold of its logic
wrapping itself about
her limbs. Swim across
the rip, through the
decline, let the wave
and its rhythm carry
you in. When you are
ready you will stand
upon your own two
feet. Don’t stumble
into the deeps of other
tenses, keep a cool
head. Her feet are
falling out from under
her. Linguistic dizziness
has her in its thrall.
One step, two step.
One breath, next breath.
She has found the
shoreline, the continental
shelf of language, her
feet are solid on the sand.

14 comments:

  1. Susan, found my way here via facebook. i really like the 2 stories you told in this poem.

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  2. Hey - and I found your blog too. Thanks.

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  3. 一個人的際遇在第一次總是最深刻的,有時候甚至會讓人的心變成永遠的絕緣。......................................................................

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  4. Isn't it strange the rip reads 'rest in peace' and calls us not to struggle for surely death there awaits us if we do. I too have been caught in a rip, and from somewhere deep within me I heard the words of my autopilot telling me to lay on my back, to relax. "Whatever you do - RELAX!" And I did, and the power of that water flow was lost on me and drifting like seaweed I found myself free! Cheers to you Susan, cheers to the fact you found your feet by that shore - once more! A young Briton lost his life yesterday whilst swimming near Bremer Bay at Native Dog Beach. Lost to a rip, Rest IN PEACE!

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