Solitary Regret

(a word about this poem. What I write comes to me, unbidden. But I wanted to challenge that, so when I read ‘estuary’ I thought, “pretty word, have never used that, will put it in a poem):

Solitary estuary, my blue alone-ness. Slender bird, watching, listening, ever ready to take flight. Go where the wind takes you. Regret none of it. How could you be who you are, had it been otherwise? (as I write this I’m remembering my father beating on my brother, me, helpless, and I can’t apply these words to him. I regret that happened, and he has had to carry it, heavy burden of my father’s anger, none of us innocent or exempt).

When the water is calm, there is healing. I go there to remember, and to forget.

LBM 9/15/2020

William in Winter (in truth, i have no estuary pics, lol).