To the Sea to the See

June 7, 2016

Was jogging through Brighton toward the beach thinking

the word *memoirs*, listening to Coal Miner’s Daughter

by accident, smiling about the “I Am A Lagan” tour with

Katie Wirsing and Andrea Gibson nearly 10 years ago,



having the time of our lives near the giant metal doughnut

and Ferris wheel. Most things pass through my poetry filter

before they get to my practicality feature (blessings and curses;

job’s a job). So when I rounded the corner to the boardwalk

and saw the Ferris wheel gone from Brighton, I wondered

if I should tell the Lagans or did it seem too sad,

that lovely memory missing. Or are we just shedding novelty?



Serendipity occurs so frequently now I find myself considering

abstract notes like this all day long to get a gauge of things.

I stopped jogging and asked the next person I saw what happened

to the Ferris wheel. He said they took it down a couple days ago

to make room for a 360-degree eye.



Of course they did. Jog on, y’all.

Meanwhile, pirates still play mini golf.