Coastal Poems

WRECKONING by Amanda Parker

Wreckoning

The mourning after the blast
I went down alone
to say a bad bye
to my childhood friend.
I spent an hour or two there
and saw porpoises
breaching into the wind

She said:
There is no word
but loss,
and not enough for me
I´m older than you
can comprehend
I have seen
catastrophe.

I felt so small. The sea
could swallow me
like all the gasping sailors
in a fit of revenge and rage.

The sun started burning.
I left, walking, but
carsick

Next to me on the road,
two feet away, a Hummer
buzzed past my body.
CHOOSE LIFE
the license plate screamed.

I was furious, then
curious about
my own hypocrisy.

After all.

I´ve enjoyed coffee from
Ethiopia, with tears
and sweat
in my morning cup.
I´ve worn clothes made
in China,
in cities so polluted
the babies are born
with lead in the brain.

(who knows why
we do what we do.)

I went home and drank
tequila, from some place
in Mexico,
and packed for my plane
to Peru,

I drank, and slapped
myself around hard,
ashamed,
and blaming myself

I could feel her vibrate
beneath my
air conditioned house
berating me, as

I paced around,
only to crash with
nightmares
about black holes
in the sea,
sucking me in,
drowning.

There is no word
but loss.

~~~~~~~~~~

Amanda Parker is the Media Outreach Director for Save Our Shores! Florida, a statewide nonprofit organization. In her spare time she enjoys magical realism and exploring our natural world. She currently resides in Panacea, Florida, with her husband and two cats.

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