How are you, old friend???? Hope all is well.
About the poem...it is actually not a poem about suicide, but about sitting on the edge of your life, and having to make choices. I was sitting on a small boardwalk, not a dock, when I wrote this, and the feelings were actually there. The water was deep, very deep, and dark blue (I live in Michigan, after all). When you sit on the edge of a dock or boardwalk...whatever, and the deep power of the water is flowing beneath you, you do feel physically drawn towards it. Seagulls were screaming... and all of that gave me the idea for this poem. I did not write the last couple of lines till I had gone back to my room...after I had pulled myself up by my fear, unsteady in my space.
I defer to you that the poles are probably known as pilings, but don't think it matters in this work. Up here, we do call them breakwalls...
Thanks, Pete, for reading and for responding. Nice to hear from you. I wish you and yours a holiday season full of love, joy, and peace.
Merry Christmas ,
"It is wisdom to know others;
It is enlightenment to know one's self" - Lao Tzu
[This message has been edited by warmhrt (12-23-2001 05:47 PM).]