I walk the Pacific, Nicaragua

by Larry Chamberlin   May 12, 2010


While you dream, alone, in our cabana, I walk the Pacific,
As whenever we escape our crowds, and as I have
On night beaches from Capistrano to Montelimar.

Moonfire rises inside wave-curls, exploding as they crash;
Receding waves ploughing sand from my stance,
Forcing me onward whether I would or not.

The moon suspends my disbelief in improbable conceit
That you manage to still love your pathetic somnambulist,
Despite my noisome habits that stirred you from your sleep.

Small creatures collide against my ankles, clawing away
In their furious escape to the shelter of depths, where
The blue of the night deepens to indigo below.

For you I contend with Waves bringing high tide to the edges
Of the world, and even more, your blessing is my salvation,
Or long ago I would have succumbed to melancholic urges.

At the beach hotel para la raza Nicas, riotous partiers
Out-sing the breakers, joined by fishermen's sons,
While papas boat surf, casting for daily fish & bread.

I glide through these waves 'neath, the standing moon,
Restless, free, both missing your company,
And dreading the moment when I rejoin you.

Larry Chamberlin 24 April 2010

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  • 10 years ago

    by Everlasting

    There's something about this poem Mr. Larry and I'm not sure what it is, but the last line "dreading the moment when I rejoin you," I am not sure why would you dread that moment.

    First, I'm confused as I am not sure exactly who the narrator is. When I first read the poem I thought it was coming from the point of view of you...but then I read it again and I thought it may be from a hurricane as strange as that may sound. ( Though that second option is eliminated because it doesn't make sense)

    Over all, in imagery wise, I was taken into the pacific: the waves, the sand, the creatures, the beach, the hotel, the cabana, your love.

    But I feel there's more to this poem than what i see on the surface specially due to your response on the main forum:

    "I see waves as the personification of a universal force against which man must contest for his place in the sun.
    There are waves of the sea, waves of obstacles, waves of social interaction, waves as with the energy wearing us to nubs, waves as the standing electron wave that belies solidity (when in reality the electron "shell" is empty space)."

    Really interesting, a poem I will be coming back to read.

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