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“In the Wake of Incidents”

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,IN THE WAKE OF INCIDENTS
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,…..~..December 2009
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,High alert. Frisked in my coat sleeves
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,at the gate. Then the mal-
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,function of the plane’s fuel valve, the heavy
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,..above a storm. And when I
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,landed three zones later
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,on the clouded island, only enough left
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,of a gibbous moon
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,……….to light my way to
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the middle of this boardwalk, plank to
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,rope to net to harbour rock…..,,,and just now
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,to the huge flat flank
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,..(which end its eye?)
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,of something finned
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,under water:
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Thinking I had escaped the grip,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the cabins, the cells of threats
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,or summons — not me, not me, not me
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,only to be taken, braced here opposite.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Made to pitch
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,..all my safety
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,……deep into it.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,by Therese L. Broderick
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,(A writer’s statement appears as the first comment.)

About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

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  1. WRITER’S STATEMENT– – (“A workman may be pardoned, therefore, for spending a few moments to explain and describe the technique of his trade. A work of beauty which cannot stand an intimate examination is a poor and jerry-built thing.” — Amy Lowell, “The Poet’s Trade,” on
    This poem is based on my late December 2009 trip: airports on alert because of a Detroit incident; a pat-down through my coat at my local airport; a fuel valve malfunction; a choppy ride south; a gibbous moon; a forbidding shadow in the harbour water.
    In this poem I practice releasing the line in various ways across the page, in accordance with the rhythm of my breath as I read the words aloud. The poem considers issues of distance & proximity, danger & safety, high air & low water, escape & entrapment, acceptance & resistance of fate.
    The title word “wake” conjures both a general “aftermath” and a specific “trail of something in the water or air.” The word “chop” is relevant to both air currents and water currents. The word “malfunction” is split after “mal” in order to sound against “valve” and also in order to emphasize the ill-fated “mal” of the trip. The three denials “not me” respond to the triad of “grip…cabins…cells.” The words “pitch” and “braced” near the end of the poem relate back to air flight, to pitching planes and to bracing passengers. The “three zones” is figurative (different states of mind) since I traveled literally only in one time zone.

  2. nicely done Therese…lovely profile photo also

  3. This is well done. I like the layout, and the way you let go of your spacing. It helps you control the flow of the reader…in accordance with the way you wrote it.

    Sounds like an interesting trip…

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