NaPoWriMo Day Six. This one is ridiculous.
I used to do most of my
best thinking lying on my back
in the shallowest part of the ocean.
No, not the one you're thinking of,
near the old landing where
that guy's boat pulled his truck
right along with it into the waves -
It's the other one, you'd know it
if you saw it, but I'm having trouble
thinking of a suitable landmark.
Anyway, I pondered some of life's
most minor worries in that spot,
decided what to wear to my
ex-girlfriend's wedding while
halfway covered in sea water.
Her dad invited me, always liked me.
Didn't want to disappoint the guy.
So anyway there I was again,
but this time it wasn't working.
For the longest time I could tell
something was different but
couldn't pinpoint it exactly,
and then it finally synced up -
every time I breathed in and out,
the water was moving up and down!
Who could think straight trying to
relax on a watery roller coaster?
I was frantic for answers. I looked up
and saw the moon doing woosahs.
I raised my arms, incredulous,
like when someone cuts you off in traffic,
but you know they can't see you.
It's barely noon, I screamed, you're early!
The moon turned with an exasperated
stare, fixed it's craters on me and asked,
How else do you want me to make it
through the day? Do you want a tsunami?
Because this is how you get a tsunami.
