I’m taking a little vacation from the interweb today (thanks to Beverly Harzog for the idea) in honor of my wife, mother extraordinaire. I’ve even turned on an auto-responder on my email—I mean business! Okay, I’ll probably do some checking in on Foursquare, and might respond to comments on my blogs—and I have a few tweets scheduled throughout the day—but I’m spending as much time in the three-dimensional world as I can!
Jennifer L.W. Fink, the super work-at-home, homeschooling mother of far too many boys (check out her blog, Blogging ‘Bout Boys), recently requested to see some of my poetry, so I’ll share a very short poem I wrote for my wife. Before I was a writer and web designer, I was a high school teacher. I commuted 400 miles per week, from Denver to Boulder and back, by bicycle and bus. This is a poem I wrote for my wife on one of those long snow-and-gridlock bus rides. Happy Mother’s Day to all of you; see you on Monday!
A Poem, for my Wife
I am indentured to your ocean.
I am a serf to your waves.
The tides have finally begun to rise, my love,
those ebbs which daily draw me out,
and churn me in the brine,
are finally bringing me home.
Wait for me at the water’s edge, my love,
I’ll be there soon.