All That Water

It has been awhile since I have written a blog post.  I signed up to blog once a week at the beginning of the year, and have failed miserably to meet my goal.

So, what have I been doing these past three months?  Well, I attended a ten-week poetry workshop, wrote poems, researched writing programs, read twelve books, travelled to Nashville, and sold my house.  And, as if that were not enough, two weeks ago, as I was packing up my kitchen I was notified that Cirque Press out of Anchorage, Alaska is ready to move forward with publication of my first book of poems, which caused me to dance around my empty home in absolute delight.

Endings and beginnings seem to be a constant theme in my life.  Since I was a child, I have moved every few years.  Even as a young girl I remember the allure a new place had on me.  In equal measure, I also had feelings of homesickness connected with leaving, which left me feeling conflicted.

I still love new adventures, and by nature I am a flexible and curious person who is not afraid to try something new.  But I also know, with each new adventure and opportunity my heart gets broken a bit each time, because I am always open to attach myself to the people I meet or the landscape I walk on, and by caring for both, I allow myself to experience what can be the beautiful paradox of heartbreak.

At the end of this week, I head to California for a few weeks of reflection, then back to the Pacific Northwest to begin the search for another home.  I have already begun scouting out a new writing community in the Portland area, but I have no intent to leave the community I have made here. The roads that take us to each other will just be different and not even necessarily longer, especially when you factor in bridges and ferry rides!

As I have been reflecting about what I will gain in this move, and what I will miss, I wrote the following poem.  As Dorothy told the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz, “I think I’ll miss you most of all.”

 

 

At Her Last Poetry Class

 

when they ask her

what she will miss most

 

she answers

 

all        that                 water

 

 

boom of surf at Bastendorff Beach

field of whitecaps on the Coos Bay Bar

seasick swells of the Pacific

 

brisk current of Rosario Strait

narrow roil of Deception Pass

Light-year twinkle on Admiralty Inlet

 

mirror of Mats Mats bay

foamy wake behind the Bainbridge Ferry

swirl of kelp beds off Burrows Island

 

When they ask her

what she will miss most

 

she answers

 

all        that                 water

 

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Yours in poetry,

Carey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


5 thoughts on “All That Water

    1. Jennifer, thank you so much. May we run into each other soon in all the lovely poetry corners of the Pacific NW. Maybe next year at the AWP – which I understand will be in Portland! Just saying.

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    2. Beautiful, Carey. Deceptively simple, but the tolling of the named places underpinned by the varying verbs describing water in states of movement give a powerful sense of location. Very relevant, given the poem’s concern with moving away & moving on

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      1. Dick, thanks so much for stopping by and reading my poem/blogpost. In this technology world of “likes” and “tweets” I really appreciate someone taking the time to read and then comment on what they read. I am glad the water images gave you a sense of location. When I was writing this poem, I tried to capture the special quality of the water in these places based on my own experience in these landscapes, knowing of course how it too will move away, move on, change. I’m glad that resonated with you too. Carey

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        1. My pleasure, Carey. Mutual support across the poetry blogs is so vital. Surrounded by the crosstown traffic of the ‘fast-food’ social media, it can get lonely out here in the sargasso of the poetry blogs. All power to the great curator Dave Bonta: he facilitates the opportunity to share appreciation of each other’s work.

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