A Sonnet—Missing Florida
By Jo Bussler, student, Genesee Valley Center-Rochester Unit
April 25, 2013
When I was still unborn I loved to dive
In the reddish sea of my mother’s womb.
I did somersaults in the endless room
With marginal desire for outside life.
But then I encountered like all of us
Gravity. Heavily it pulled me down
It scraped my knees, hurled me from trees, facedown.
That’s life. You have to rise and make no fuss.
When forty years had made me a dried plum,
The Indian Shores invited me to swim.
Here lay my mother’s womb, filled to the rim
with sand as soft as endometrium.
I somersault with bifocals and find
at times sea shells unremembered kind.