You Can Have Whatever You WantA Poem by Ken e BujoldSome waves, certain gales, you can’t tempt or dare leave to fate. You can of course, if so inclined, swallow the minnow, run up your colors, and sail off on Tuesday for the Barbary shore -- but, it’s only fair, I warn you, after departure, she’s booty, a dainty little scallop to sauce into the pan of every warm blooded flynn, me, looking for a clam to dribble over at the Saturday night fish fry. There’s no safe harboring a governor’s daughter. Once the wind’s up the pirate’s surf, every apple is a peach, some cobbler’s dream recalled -- a potential passport back to the Pilgrim’s planter. We may all be mangy cats, tom dicks or harolds, heathens wedded to the grapes of a dash and dine, the quick carry off, but down deep, in the depths of the barnacle’s basement, every one of us was born to a mother on land. That motion of a notion, of laying out the old skull and bones before a hearth’s drying embers to die is the hell’s fire lick of life we’ve shuffled around the decks of every scow we’ve ever plowed. A want for want of a home. In time, the weather vane points us in the general direction of a place we might wade ashore, settle under a shady coconut palm to drink a dram or two of a mother’s milk -- and if she’s an obliging shoal, we might dally long enough to miss the last boat out, thankful there’ll be no more going away. Ken e Bujold
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6 Reviews Added on March 15, 2023 Last Updated on March 15, 2023 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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