The Flood

by Zlatko Waterman

Posted to Poetry on 2003-02-18 08:38:00

( Note: Considering how stagnant and stinking things are getting in Washington D.C. lately, I thought it was time for a good washing away . . .)




The Flood

“And the waters prevailed, and were increased greatly
upon the earth . . .”
–Genesis 7:18


No one knows
where the flood comes from
the sky is innocent of clouds
but the flood moves in
under the door
and the time we thought we had
to get ready
is gone
the flood covers our kisses
and good intentions.
Hems of bedspreads are wet
so we get on top of beds
tracks we left
cannot be found again
a brown line is stained
around our ankles.
In trying to save something
we save nothing
grab what’s important
each other
do the deeds we hoped
would save us.
The world is mud now
rooms we left
drain grey water and
love is reinvented in a few high places.


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