Tuesday, April 21, 2020

There's Really No Other Option

There's Really No Other Option

It's a small boat.
You're alone in a storm.
The sea is rough.
A gust of wind takes your sail.
The boat spins and lurches.
It threatens to swamp.
You scream into the dark night.
The sky absorbs your anger, despair, frustration.

Then you pick up the oars,
and you row.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020


  1. This poem is helping me row today, Mary Lee. Thank you.

  2. ...when there's only one way to move you from where you're at to where you need to be... definitely only one option.