High Tide
By Ed Meek
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High Tide . . .
On the one hand, high tide can mean "surf's up" on a beautiful beach. You might be there with friends or family-waves big enough to ride, sun high in an azure sky.
On the other, there is Dylan's sinister warning: "It's bad out there. High waters everywhere." Those waves that seemed friendly before can be dark, ominous
Ed Meek
ED MEEK is a freelance writer and the author of three books of poetry. His work has appeared in magazines, journals and newspapers, including The Paris Review, The Sun, the North American Review, and The Boston Globe. He is living the dream with his wife in Somerville and Wellfleet.
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High Tide - Ed Meek
Hammock
Mayans carved them from the bark of trees
Columbus noted in his diary.
Later, sailors tied them
beneath the deck
to roll with the waves.
Now my son hitches one
between the trees
when he camps with friends.
While each June I hook the hammock
his high school flame
gave us as a gift
to two pitch pines
in the back yard.
It’s a promise of long afternoons
of shaded naps in the sun.
A promise I usually fail to keep.
But now I’m sixty-five with a little more time
on my hands, I swing late
some days into the latticed rope
and hang suspended above the earth
like a spider in a web. There I dream
of camping trips I never took with friends
and sailors I might have met
in a different life on the open seas
and Mayans half asleep
when Columbus washed ashore.
Junkyard of Broken Dreams
—For Richard Hugo
The driveway displays
a late-model muscle car
up on blocks
and a scaffold harbors
a dilapidated boat,
paint peeling, motor
missing parts. Where
a yard once was
scraps of wood crush the weeds—
watch out for nails!
The garage hides reclaimed chairs,
legless tables, burnt-out lamps,
discarded notes, Styrofoam coffee cups,
broken bats, duck-taped hockey sticks.
You can’t give this stuff away.
Wouldn’t that mean giving up?
This is where he’ll make his last stand,
fight the losing battle till the bitter end.
I’ll drink to that!
he crows
and laughs as he fires a dead soldier
into the bow of the boat.
Listen: you can hear the glass shatter from here
in this junkyard of broken dreams.
Hunting Mushrooms with Mina
I went hunting morels with my Sioux friend Mina.
We took her Mustang GT into the woods outside Missoula.
When the fire road ended we got out to forage.
She was my eyes and knew where to look.
I was along for the ride. She lifted leaves
and poked through thatch
to find them crouching in damp quarters,
secreted in moss and duff. They were
long-dead shrunken dwarfs
buried in their hats, their