Poem: Send me to the Wasteland

The Wasteland

Send me to the wasteland.
The empty places.
Where the wind dances unimpeded.
Where your own darkness evaporates into the sky
and you become the sea.

Send me to the wasteland.
The empty places.
Where the tide rises and the tides fall.
Where you become driftwood, the outer bark stripped
and your soul softened.

Send me to the wasteland.
The empty places
that extend beyond your sight,
miles of sand and sea and sky.
The salt air heals.

Send me to the wasteland.
Send me.

About this poem.

Feeling flat (not emotionally, just creatively) this morning, so I scanned my pictures for inspiration and this one jumped out at me.

Earlier this morning, when I picked up my bible and opened randomly to read this morning it landed on Isaiah 6, where God says “Who shall I send?” and Isaiah says, “Send me.” If you read the chapters before this, they paint a bleak, bleak picture. A spiritual wasteland.

Between those two things, this poem.

Tom

PS: The picture was taken on Cape Cod.

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