- Sonnet after Watching Blue Planet II
Better than therapy is the spectacle of rejection in the deep.I am no longer Abandoned Wife. I am free citizen of Planet Spectacularwhose mate followed a whim not based in my failing or hisbut in a primal scent. Never mind, husband. I am now in love with cuttlefish,
men-of-war, and nudibranchs. I reside with a wooed and cuddly beast:an umber feline with plush soprano mew and yellow gaze.Who bothers envisaging unicorns once she’s seen sea dragons?It’s not that I don’t miss our match, but since you’re no longer you,
who is the he who’s missed? No one: he’s mist. A lost mister in a stateof blah blah bliss, never stopping to question the quest that takes himnest to nest. Rest, man. It’s all eating and being eaten now we’re us-less.I heard she left. I didn’t ask; your cousin wrote, thinking I should know.
My advice: stay low. So many hungries want to feed on the freshly stunnedleast of these. Avast, old half. Blight won’t last. Currents flow. Feasters sleep. [End Page 153]
kathleen balma is the author of Gallimaufry & Farrago, from Finishing Line Press, a poetry chapbook. A Fulbright fellow, she is the recipient of a Tennessee Williams scholarship from the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and a fellowship from Rivendell Writers’ Colony. Her poetry has appeared in The Pushcart Prize XXXVII, Rattle, Spillway, Sugar House Review, and elsewhere. She works at New Orleans Public Library. *