NEW POETRY
Creature from beneath the waves
Made its way through the turbulent ocean surf
To die drowning in the sharp air of our windy shore
The giant Pacific octopus is five feet long
Its skin is white and its huge eyes blue
I feel desperate to save it
But when I circle it in my arms to carry it to the water
Its proper milieu in life
I find a mortal wound on its underside
Blood not red, but blue, leaks quietly
Do its three hearts throb with love and fear of death?
How do I comfort it in its departing moments
When it is so foreign and its habits solitary?
Ten days before Dave died
Cancer having stripped him
of flesh and height
We stood hugging each other deeply
And I whispered
the volume of my love.
I knew how to comfort him.
In that moment
No otherness divided us.
Julia Piehler authored our previous poem at Fast Pop Lit, “A Rose Dance.” We’ll be presenting one more poem of hers here– as lead in to our next feature at our main site.
