Without Moor
Un - Mooring Poem
You search for the word, and spin, apologizing for failing to
read enough.
You chose untethered, as if being an adult orphan cuts all leash
to the past.
We don’t use chains on pets anymore, choking spikes are
considered cruel.
My daughter’s ex-boyfriend gave a pomegranate tree bound in plastic
bags.
My reaction: soak in deep water then plant it quickly in
compost and sand.
You fail to fess up to cheating all your adult life, a fear that
holds you back.
You treat this life as unbound where a ship crashes up and low with waves.
My father died a year before my age, in a short month, cancer
cells lease fast.
My dock, my jewel children I pray find love, work, joy, art, and health to last.
Caroline Gerardo Copyright © 5/24/2019
Images from my hike at Willson Dam
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