A Boat Poem

Here is a poem for our challenging times. It would have ruined the poem to relate the ending of the gospel story—found in chapter four of Mark–but readers will remember Jesus’ command to the tossing waves, Peace, be still.


Our Lord, Asleep in the Boat


Without a place to lay his head

except for a cushion, its mustiness

dried many times in the sun, he lets

the whitecaps in their lake of sky

lull him away to sleep.


The disciples, supposing themselves

in command, do not see, at first, those

far off clouds a-building, so innocent

the time that only after will they say

was the calm before the storm.