American Life In Poetry
By Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate, 2004-2006
species has developed monstrous weapons that can kill not only all
of us but everything else on the planet, yet when the wind rises we run
for cover, as we have done for as long as we’ve been on this earth.
Here’s hoping we never have the skill or arrogance to conquer
the weather. And weather stories? We tell them in the same way our
ancestors related encounters with fearsome dragons. This poem by Minnesota
poet Warren Woessner honors the tradition by sharing an experience
with a hurricane.
the wind clipped
the whitecaps, and the flags
came down before they shredded,
we knew it was no nor’easter.
The Blue Nose ferry stayed
on course, west out of Yarmouth,
while 100 miles of fog
on the Bay blew away.
The Captain let us stand
on the starboard bridge
and scan a jagged range.
Shearwaters skimmed the peaks
while storm petrels hunted valleys
that slowly filled with gold.
Alberto blew out in the Atlantic.
We came back to earth
that for days might tip and sway
and cast us back to sea.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. Poem copyright (c) 1998 by Warren Woessner, whose book of poetry, “Clear All the Rest of the Way” is forthcoming from The Backwaters Press.