• Mark T. Whitten

A Letter to My Friends [Part 2] (Or "The Sea, The Wilderness and the Harbor")

Updated: Jan 27

[part 2]


But plank and paddle found me,

While I drifted towards the beach of a great wilderness.

Upon landing parched

And burnt, bearded and boney

I stumbled in search of a harbor. But found nothing of

the sort,

For this was not a seafaring land. Though a few small

Docks dotted its lovely coast.


After the Hurricane, Bahamas 1899 Winslow Homer

So instead of sailing,

Riding that great wind into destiny,

I fashioned an axe

And forged my way into the Great Wood

One feeble hack at a time.


Until I found a clearing.



Some several miles in,

Where I might not even

Remember the sea.



I would have no joyous report

To send home to you

So I sent no letter

And I sent no call.


But there I met a lovely gal,

And we settled down,

In our little life

And learned to be content

And found the wisdom in stability.

For we had now had more souls to feed.

We laughed and loved

And fought and grew bored together

In the midst of the Great Wilderness.

And though she hinted and even begged

For me to take her to the sea,

I did not,

Because I knew what the sea had in store.

And besides, I was content

So I said.



But then one day,

She confessed.

That she too was from the sea.

But had only known it in her dreams.

And asked if I would take her to see the sea.

And I agreed.

Reticently.


We were older then

And so were you

And busy with children

And the happenings that

Happen in life.

And so I didn’t send letters

Or call. For I had forgotten

the sea and the harbor

on the other side of the sea.


Except when I would dream,

Or hear the sound of the ocean in the top

of the pines

On a cold winter’s morning.


Or on those rare, quiet days when

children go to play

In another village.


Or those glimpses we get while chopping

wood

Or singing songs

Or walking along the river.



Part One of this poem can be found here. Part Three of this poem can be found here. This poem in its entirety cab be found in Where the Wind Comes From: Poems by Mark T. Whitten

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