In An Instant

In an instant–

In an instant
all I can remember are the shapes
of his fingers pulled
from the water, digits big
as cigars, and, though they curved
as I caught the arm, sodden under the shirt cuff, streaming
sleeve of suit,
the effect was of someone raising his hand
to ask a question–

I can only think of the one I had been calling out
the long blue minutes before, which still rebounded
about the floating surfaces,  a stone caught
in a single skip–
where are you?
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A rather enigmatic poem. 

The pic, such as it is, is mine;  as with the poem, all rights reserved. 

 

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9 Comments on “In An Instant”

  1. X Says:

    My first read, I was thinking of a drowned me. Still not sure I am off that interestation – between the looking for them, and them being all wet. Made me think of the feeling of being lost as a kid. Such panic in the heart. And of course if the dead person was a parent, the loss of them in their lives going forward.

  2. hedgewitch Says:

    How we can rescue the drowned of our pasts, yet they still are mute, except for …the raised hand, the acquiescence to our fantasy? Enigmatic and full of a dark but contemplative sort of feel–forgive me for not being able to see clearer today into what is really salvaged from that river of dreams…it can be so many things.

    • ManicDdaily Says:

      I couldn’t see what to do to make it clearer either! I usually like to go an extra step– you know try to give a pretty clear hint or tie something up a bit with a bow, I guess, but just left as is. Maybe should think of something to add. But was in a bit of a 55 mode in writing it so just left. Thanks as always. K.

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  3. Sherry Marr Says:

    It’s very powerful as it is, Karin. I read it as someone searching frantically for someone who was drowning,. who found him too late. I love Joy’s interpretation, so deep. Either way, it has great impact. The hand,like one raised to ask a question, is especially good.


  4. Enigmatic it is, but it also reads like a dream and like a premonition. I quite enjoyed it. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

  5. Susan Says:

    Scary! The lifting of a hand with no life in it–I can see the hand curving–I can imagine the wish that the hand was still raisable! Gosh. I have lifted a person’s hand in sleep, and it curved, and I checked twice to be sure it was sleep and not death. Where are you!? might speak of a very different kind of absence.

  6. kaykuala h Says:

    One wonders sometimes why they are not there. The memory of someone dear is difficult to erase. Great lines K!

    Hank

  7. M Says:

    before memory, family lore is i nearly drowned, saved by my father jumping in the pool fully clothed to rescue me – so the suited arm in reverse, as it were. I favor the enigma – it allows room to wander, and wonder ~


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