Having Tea with the Ocean

by Alison McKenzie


There is a certain economy to his methods,
A certain logic to the way he can't see himself
Living in the Pacific Northwest;
A certain discipline to his brevity.
And respect.
I certainly can't blame him for it and
I'm sure it serves him,
The way his heart is pocked and
The reasons to fill the holes
Become too elusive to set to pen.


There are always the perfect number of seats
Set aside for my tears
In that ocean.

It is a family reunion.

It is the call of the whales in my bones.
It is the grains of sand applauding the arrival of my toes.
It is a full body orgasm when the tides meet me for tea.


Mine is a familiar sorrow,
A story set to minor progressions and gravity's bent.


Posted on 01/04/2015
Copyright © 2023 Alison McKenzie

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/05/15 at 09:45 AM

Sad but beautifully rendered, Ali. The compartmentalization works well here to help bring out the effect.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/06/15 at 01:15 AM

A terrific title that gives me a picture of you leaning in and gossiping with that mighty ocean companion of yours. It is "I.'s" loss, for sure.

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