Today’s poem is inspired by a line in a poem I received in my inbox from Poets.org. Thank you, Leila and the Poets.org family!
Don’t mind the sea at the door
From Leila Chatti’s ‘The World Is Too Much With Us’
It’s still night-thick dark when I open the back door.
‘Go pee,’ I cue. The dog stills as we listen to the
tunk tunk tunk of fat raindrops hitting the pool tarp.
I exhale the grip of flood PTSD, move to the kitchen
to start the kettle, to make the lunch, to gather the vitamins
to feed the animal, to unload the dishwasher – the bottoms
of mugs filled with sea water. The sea is at the door
in the garden, in the shower, on the counter, puny
ponds swirled with last night’s olive oil, a garlic buoy.
The sea is at the door. I borrow it, this line of poetic
downpour, wet with Wordsworth, a world too much
drenched in the delirium of decisions. tunk tunk tunk.
VANESSA SHIELDS 
love this. It drove me to find Leila’s poem, which was also good. I know that sonnet so well –
The world is too much with us, late and soon,
getting and spending we lay waste our powers
Nothing we have in nature that is ours…
I wrote that much from memory – all three poems express so much that is relevant right now.
the world is too much with us
Charis
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