Jack Jordan Poet Free verse

Salt Juice and Steam

There are times when my life has focus, 
when my lover finds the string 
tying me to earth, 
a thread of varying gauge and color, 
stretching to the near horizon. 

Yet I’m empty, heavy, on the edge of tears,
where depth and joy and pain leak away
(hold my breath don’t breathe I’ll lose it 
like the night long ago when I was drunk 
and cried helpless helpless). 

I’ve become gray and bent,
a twisted structure 
retrieved from a pool 
of salt juice and steam,
knowing I can’t have the whirlwind again,
that tasty center,
that unknowing nothing.

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Donna Jones January 27, 2013 at 6:53 PM I thought you captured what many of us feel sometimes very well, but we must look forward to the red sunrise tomorrow and Washington Irving said it best that the knowledge we leave to someone else is the best thing we can do with our life. Here's to yesterday! Jack Jordan January 27, 2013 at 7:03 PM Fortunately, I don't feel what the poem describes very much these days. Somehow being old is it's own reward. Thanks for your reply. Jack