Make Waves

Make Waves - collage by douglas brent smith, 19890601

Oddities Unexplained:

This collage, created June 1, 1989, appears on page 249 (with the back-side of the page simply the title) of journal #25. Communication, and the following poem, "Waves" was written on June 30, 1990 (more than a year later) and appears on page 251 of the same journal.

I think how something like that happens is that there was a time when I created collages in my journals deep within the pages, long before the journal writing caught up. Plus, this particular journal took longer than usual to write.

Does it matter? Not much. But, there you have it. Here's the poem:

Waves

everything on the surface

develops

a skin of its own

unexamined,

unrevealed,

unkissed by the sun

and then

something falls with the

unrelenting

force of gravity

and breaks that surface

bearing a new moment

which

makes waves

ohmyohmyohmyohmyohmy

holycowholycowholycowholycow...

but then

the waves dissipate

and the skin

of the surface

relents as

peace returns.

- dbS -

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