Richard Ballon
When It Just HappensLike thunder, those who grab
and pocket the wind,
flash their smiles.
Not me. I've studied maps,
compasses,
the flight of birds.
I've even prayed to Saint Jude.
Where'd that wind come from?
I better get inside.
What's this?
The rope's trailing in the water
pointing to a shrinking
shoreline.
That splash,
one oar
overboard.
The books never mentioned this.
That flat looking fish
is my map
growing fins,
while wheeling above
are stars
I remember from my dreams.
Bio:
Richard Ballon, poet and playwright, lives in Amherst, Massachussetts. He has had poetry published in many journals including The Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Poetpourri, Changing Men, Social Anarchism, Black Buzzard Review, Onionhead, Saint Anthony Messenger, Anything that Moves, The Lilliput Review, Visions International, and The Chrysalis Reader.
