Sunday, August 02, 2009

PoetrySub 10


It was rainy
in Sandusky:
beautiful weather
for a book
a long book
and a blanket—
not for camping.

My Bible got wet.
My shoes, my self
my tent, my head.
My tent leaked right over my face.

We went to the beach;
the water
was cold and dirty.
The beach was stones and shells,
not sand.
I started to draw,
and it started to rain.

It cleared up the next day.
We went to the island.
We stood in a geode;
one story up, we drank grape juice—unfermented.
I bought:
apricot agate,
red tiger’s eye,
and amethyst.

The ferry was crowded.
My feet were sore,
and my left had twisted last week.
I sat on the floor.

We woke the next morning
quite late.
I wanted to see
the Maritime Museum.
Some didn’t.
Some did.
Some weren’t very sure.
Three of us went.

The museum wasn’t very big,
but I saw a cannonball.
I learned about pirates,
Confederate pirates,
and the Underground Railroad’s
Lake Erie leg.

A Tale of Despereaux
was showing in the campground
Someone behind us
was coughing his lungs out.

We woke up.
We packed.
My nose started dripping.
I went through half a box of Kleenex on the way home.
The rest stop
had port-a-potties;
the one I
dared to view
was full to a foot
from the seat.
Needless to say,
I saved it for
the gas station.

We got home rather late.
It was raining.
So was my nose.
I couldn’t finish dinner,
and I thought I might throw up.
I won’t, but my
hair hasn’t been washed
in five days.
I’ll read over your queries
and mock your beginnings

all in all,
the vacation
was pretty good.



Sarah Laurenson said...

AH hahahahaahahahahaha

This is hilarious and so well done!

Steve Wright said...

I like it. It's got a great feeling of immediacy to it - almost feels like being there. (Which is good, because reading this is so much cheaper and less time-consuming than actually going on holiday myself.)

_*Rachel*_ said...

It's true.
All of it.

A miracle
has occurred:
my cold is gone.
I thought it'd linger,
like it usually does,
and my nose would be clogged,
but it's clean,
and that's
a miracle.

my Bible's dry.

fairyhedgehog said...

I've been there, done that, and you make it all come alive again. This was very vivid and I liked the way it was written.

Rick Daley said...

I like it. I'm an Ohio native and enjoyed the references to the Geode, Sandusky, et al. Makes me want to catch the Jet Express and get tanked at the Roundhouse.

_*Rachel*_ said...

I walked by
the Roundhouse.
The fountain was nicer
and legal
for me.
by then, my feet