Rebecca and the Three Miracles

from Disasters in the Sun by Michael McGuire

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I was tossed and reckoned upon the brutal breast of the sea, There was no land; no hope; nothing but the nothingness of me, Without a star for my steering I wallowed in the ocean’s empty arms, Student and victim of the night and all its morbid charms, Until the stench of death was the perfumed afterlife I could taste and savor, The wreck of Poseidon; I cursed him and sought no gods favor, Surrendered to my weakness and willingness to be lost at sea forevermore, But suddenly she was there with her golden hair; she lit this ship to shore.

I become locked and tortured by devices of my own design, A prisoner starving by my own bread this warden of mine, I became despised of my own untuned music of thought, In a rage of futures I yanked the ankles of the angels and I fought, Mercy’s deliberate-stranger I nursed on my misery’s wine, Till I was as barren and wasted as the bride of time, I was sick with a hunger but I could take no food to stomach that wasn’t hated, Till she fed me of the bread of her caring and I was sated.

With a bare sky that allowed more heat than this desert could endure, I wandered for memory’s ages finding no animal-cure, A mortal caught in the indifferent rush of the god’s fitful plans, No spit left for cursing only handfuls of these hot desert sands, Although only dying of thirst I felt already as dead as the host, This desert fallen in my path like some infinite ghost, Then she altered the very heavens in a cloud of rain from above, And she said water; I bring you water my love.

Sept. 08
For Rebecca

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from Disasters in the Sun, released March 20, 2009

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