Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Breakfast for Wahoos

It is a heated dawn, a few hearty neighbors have left
for an early start to beach houses or to beat traffic to work.

It is quiet for stirring the sugar cube plopped in my coffee.
It occurs to me, astronomers figure a comet, a chunk

of some cosmic explosion, containing the miracle element,
oxygen, crashed here hundreds of millions of years ago,

to evolve into oceans, atmosphere, wilderness and now
these thoughts. The religious believe it was the Almighty

casting prideful Satan down trapped to slither.
So a shaman must be like a detached grain of sugar,

having dove through the earth's crust, swimming in the bitter.
I take the hot, sweet spoon into my mouth and lick it.

Sun shines through the open window, but never reaches
the bottom of the cup nor the ocean floor, where volcanic

black smokers spew up bits of earth's fireball core
and where gardens of white crabs and tube worms colonize,

fed by microbes feeding bacteria, the source of animal life,
drifting like frozen pollen through a sneezy June wind at night.

My coffee is getting cold. I cannot stay here all day, a solo
octopus scavenging submerged sand. I must get into my car,

shoot past mulling fish, take one last gulp and, God help me,
leap like the magnificent wahoo I am for the nebula where I belong.

As published in The Quarterly Journal of Ideology Volume 25, 2002.


At 10:34 PM, Blogger Five Things that Make Me Mad said...

Oh lord, I'm so bad at poetry. Please send me a list of Five Things You Hate - in verse - to my blog. Gracias.

At 11:58 PM, Blogger Bud Bloom said...


I don't know if I can whip something up like that, but there was recently a poetry workshop over at the Guardian that could give you ideas for poetry like that. Here's the workshop:

Jen Hadfield's workshop

And here are poetry results:

Praise be

Thanks for asking, and thanks for stopping by.


At 5:31 PM, Blogger Micky said...

Cool poem, Bud. And I like the photo to illustrate at the end.

Interesting how you get from here to there.


At 1:13 PM, Blogger Bud Bloom said...

Hi Mick,

Thanks for reading, and leaving that note. I was glad that photo was still around. Off to the left on surface is where the wahoo left the water. The photographer did a great job catching the moment.



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