Some Poems

[Valandil]

I live in Chicago. A couple months ago I was driving home up Lake Shore Drive. There's a nice parkspace along the whole lake front here, but there's one stretch - in the north part of the downtown - where that space narrows to little more than the jogging path. So it's a very short distance from road, to path, to lake (although the vertical drop is pretty sharp). As well, all along the lake, there are places where waves can strike the barriers and splash up very dramatically. This particular time, I saw someone on the path, and also saw some wave action - and this little ditty came into my head:

A WAVE

A wave reached up and grabbed me,
As I walked along the path.
Its fingers wrapped around me,
And I swore I heard it laugh.
Its laughter was a mighty roar,
That never I'll forget.
For as its fingers fell away,
They left me soaking wet!