a Poem by Raquel Swann


I lay here by the oceanside

wondering when you’d arrive.

Dark and mysterious

you appear to be serious.

Out to ruin my day.

I sit here by the oceanside

wearying over the changing tide.

You’ve moved into position

to begin your demolition.

Out to ruin my week.

I stand here by the oceanside

deliberating when to go inside.

You spew out your gusts

with no regard for us.

Out to ruin my year.

I run away from the oceanside

I barely escape, leaving my pride.

For hours you spun and you shook

no remorse for the house that you took.

Out to ruin my life.