The night before, we’d waited for the weather bureau to give its warning, a storm signal level that would close offices and schools, but it hadn’t come.
By mid-morning the rains had intensified, and by afternoon it was too late: there we were, stranded on the second floor of the school, floodwaters swirling below us up the stairs.
I can’t remember what grade I was in. Huddled with my classmates, we waited in the cold and flickering lights, for salvation.
And it came. One by one they arrived – fathers, mothers, grandparents – making their way through the muddy waters towards us.
Plucked from desolation by my father, I still remember being carried on his shoulders, the long journey home. And though the waters had risen to cover our first floor, it was home.
On the second floor, dry and safe in my mother’s arms, I whispered a child’s silent prayer of thanks.
That was a long time ago, on an archipelago in the Pacific, eight thousand miles away. Time passes, the world marred by earthquakes, revolutions, typhoons.
Suddenly the weather bureaus report the confluence of several storms, a rare merging of a hurricane with a northern cold front, the largest in Atlantic history.
It collides with the northeastern coast of the United States, and its devastation is enormous.
Further inland and shielded from the devastation, the clash of water, the flooded geography brings back memories.
The phone rings.
It is my father, eight thousand miles away, worried about how things are for me, worried that he cannot be there for me, his grown son.
It all clings to me, the phone call, the storm, my father’s voice.
Days later, on Thanksgiving eve, I finish this poem:
—
FLOODWATERS
by Samuel Peralta
Tonight, I am six again, and your
hands hold me shivering there,
anchored to your shoulders,
navigating waters lapping now my
knees, your chest, rising like the
storm’s dark curse. Now here, your
gnarled hand in mine, in prayer,
I bow my head and thank what
vagrant providence gave me you –
if only for this briefest time, this
night – who laddered me to higher
ground, my weathered ark, my rock.
—
An acrostic poem. The initial letters of each line spell out its theme. That’s the only rule, unless the purist thinks to add a second: that every line of the poem relates to the theme.
But that’s not what really matters.
Today, this Thanksgiving Day, I invite you to celebrate those things that make you thankful, that give you pause, the things that matter.
Perhaps, if you have time, you might dash a poem – an acrostic, perhaps – in commemoration.
Whatever your reveries bring – I thank you.
I thank you for this wonderful chance to share with you some of my own memories and poetry, and for those who find time to do the same – thank you.
—–
Samuel Peralta – on Twitter as @Semaphore – is the author of five titles in The Semaphore Collection – Sonata Vampirica, Sonnets from the Labrador, How More Beautiful You Are, Tango Desolado and War and Ablution – all #1 on the Amazon Kindle List of Hot New Releases in Poetry on their debut… and for that he is also thankful.
Copyright (c) Samuel Peralta. All rights reserved.
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claudia said:
happy thanksgiving to all americans and beyond…
love the idea of writing thanksgiving acrostics and thanks sam for sharing that story with us…your poem really moved me deeply..
brian miller said:
you had pizza….smiles…i may be stuck eating turkey for days….
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
I usually rotate between chicken, ham, and duck – smaller, so there are fewer leftovers. 🙂
brian miller said:
mmm i love duck…with a nice raspberry sauce…
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Ever had the Peking duck course, which makes up one course in a Chinese 12-course feast? The duck meat is diced and presented with ultra-crispy skin, to be wrapped in Chinese lettuce leaves and eaten with Hoosin sauce… And the bones are steeped for a broth. Yum!
brian miller said:
oh man that sounds good….
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
I’m glad it moved you, Claudia… I’m glad to have had the chance to do this, how often does FFA fall on a Thanksgiving?
brian miller said:
great article sam…i have been there…1985 i was stuck at the middle school in the midst of the biggest flood in our area…same flood that took out my grammas house….flooding is scary stuff man…thanks for sharing a bit of your story as well..happy thanksgiving all…even if its not in your area…we can be thankful any day…
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks Brian, and it wouldn’t have turned out the way it did without your reminder that it was Thanksgiving. This way the FFA became much more meaningful. And yes, we can should remember to be thankful every sinvle day.
Victoria C. Slotto said:
Sam, this gave me chills. My similar memory is being carried on my grandfather’s shoulders out of the way of a wild fire that threatened out home in the foothills of Los Angeles. Happy Thanksgiving to ALL…it’s good to remember to be grateful.
claudia said:
smiles…love that hubby cooked for you..
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
My culinary expertise consists primarily of having the phone number of the local Szechuan restaurant on speed-dial.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Being carried away from a fire! That puts a different dimension to the memory, but it’s so amazing that the specifics of being on someone’s shoulders is something we share.
Grandmother (Mary) said:
What a wonderful article and prompt for this day. Anchored to your shoulders is such a safe place to be- thank you for this.
claudia said:
love the sense of safety in this image as well..
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks, Mary, for joining in – I hope you have a peaceful and wonderful Thanksgiving…
clawfish said:
I too took Thanksgiving and just did this one
claudia said:
nice…turkey trimmings, wine and pudding…and i’m a bit envious ya know…smiles…a shame that we don’t celebrate thanksgiving over here…
Victoria C. Slotto said:
You can always celebrate it yourselves when the husband feels good! Grateful for YOU, Claudia.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
So happy you were able to take some time to join in, thank yoU!
claudia said:
madly tired…so will go to bed early and catch up with you in the AM…
brian miller said:
smiles…sleep well friend….
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Have a good night, Claudia!
Martin Shone said:
Thank for this, made me think a little 🙂
brian miller said:
nice right side acrostic….def appreciated your bit of nature….
Martin Shone said:
Thank you 🙂
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Getting people to think is part of the point of FFA, thanks so much for the twist in the tale!
Martin Shone said:
Twist in the tale? and yes that is why I joined dVerse 🙂
brian miller said:
heading to gramma’s house for Thanksgiving dinner….be back later to catch up with everyone.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Enjoy your Thanksgiving, Brian!
Sabio Lantz said:
Samuel — that is a fantastic story and a beautiful poem. What Island group did you live in? This is a great tribute to your dad — the dad back then and now. Thank you for sharing !!
I took Palindrome as my acronymn.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Sabio… it was the Philippines, thousands of islands wracked by earthquakes and typhoons.
Glad to see you join in, and thanks for taking the time. 🙂
Kristina W said:
That story brought tears to my eyes.
brian miller said:
smiles….we’ll try to tell happy stories the rest of the week…smiles.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Glad it moved you, Kristina… I’m sure that all of us have stories in us like the one I told…
Grace said:
What a lovely poem Sam ~ I do remember those high flood waters in those islands too ~
Wishing all our American friends Happy Thanksgiving ~
brian miller said:
thank you grace…hope you are having a wonderful evening yourself…
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks, Grace, lovely to see you here. Amazing what memories people can share, eh?
Seasideauthor said:
Going to read in the pub. Kinda late but, I have been a late owl these days.
Did not have to cook so I am actually kinda lost? No family this year. So we
will see about Dearhearts cooking, I am smiling.
brian miller said:
hugs….sorry you have no family to share with this year… 😦
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
I’m a late owl, too, will be on the trail in a minute. So glad it seems like I’ll have some company!
Cressida de Nova said:
Happy Thanksgiving to all the American poets.
brian miller said:
why thank you…thanks for hanging ten with us….ha…crazy video…my boys enjoyed it…
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanksgiving is a state of mind, it can be one day a year, it can – and should be – 365 🙂
Imelda said:
What a beautiful story and awesome poem, Samuel. What a wonderful tribute too to your father. 🙂 Happy thanksgiving to you and to all here.
brian miller said:
happy thanksgiving to you as well imelda….
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks Imelda, and happy Thanksgiving to you!
ninot said:
What a moving poem. Yes, we have our annual floods here this part of the world – and yet I have been blessed in my life. Happy Thanksgiving everyone and God bless all of you.
brian miller said:
smiles…thanks ninot…i hope you had a wonderful day as well…i am glad you have been blessed regardless…smiles.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
God bless you to, Ninot
David King said:
A new departure this for me. Very inspiring prompt. Thanks for.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks David, glad you could join us. Hope you had a happy Thanksgiving!
claudia said:
there’s always a bit of an adventure in each new departure..isn’t it…
tigerbrite said:
A tender story of love and caring. Happy thanksgiving to you.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
And to you too…. hope you’ll have a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend…
Laurie Kolp said:
Just stopping by to say hello and how grateful I am to be a part of the family here at dVerse. Yesterday, of course, was Thanksgiving so I wasn’t online much… but there was a massive 140-150 car pile-up just outside our city limits (horrible morning fog)… two killed and @80 sent to area hospitals. Despite all that, everyone came together in gratitude, helped one another.
I am not linking an acrostic since I just did one for OpenLinkNight. If you missed it, here it is.
http://lkkolp.wordpress.com/2012/11/20/internal-gratitude/
Have a great day!
Laurie Kolp said:
The wreck made the national news… here’s the link- http://news.yahoo.com/2-killed-dozens-injured-massive-texas-pileup-022421129.html
claudia said:
yes…i read it in my news feed at work today…
brian miller said:
wow….crazy…saw it on the news but did not realize how close it was…ugh…
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Yikes.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks for stopping by, Laurie! Hope you had a wonderful (besides the pile-up-traffic-slowdown) Thanksgiving!
claudia said:
uuuhhhh….it’s quiet in the pub…everyone’s out shopping probably..smiles
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
I wasn’t shopping, I was working! (Really I was, that browser was on Apple.com for… research, yes, that’s it… research…)
brian miller said:
ha. i did go out for one stop….new pair of shoes…at a great price…less than 30 minutes..
ManicDdaily said:
A lovely poem, Sam! I am not shopping, Claudia! I actually have to try to work today (on job). Agh. But here’s a very small offering = not acrostic, but with elephant! Claymation? (Terra Cotta). k.
claudia said:
nice…i’ll be over in a bit…
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks so much 🙂 …Just got back from work, will have to do a bit of cooking and then will settle down for a read…
Glenn Buttkus said:
Poetry never sleeps. I came out on Black Friday to check on my dVerse family, “assuming” that there would be no FFA, or activity on the holiday. How silly of me. So I must work on my own acrostic memory now.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Glenn! I like that: “Poetry never sleeps”. That’ll be the tagline to the movie 🙂
Glenn Buttkus said:
Mr. Linky got twitchy on me, Sam, so I ended up double-linking for my piece; cancel the second one if you can. Acrostics are fun, def for sure.
claudia said:
i deleted the second link glenn..
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Yup, acrostics are more fun than should be allowed in formal poetry 😉
kaykuala said:
Sam,
Being thankful for the normal run of things as my response. Very simple and direct. Thanks for hosting!
Hank
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Hank, glad you made it, and hope you had a happy Thanksgiving. 🙂
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks everyone, once again it’s been wonderful hosting at the pub, and I was happy to see so many come out and toast, especially with the holiday. Happy Thanksgiving!
Sherry Blue Sky said:
Sam, this is incredibly beautiful, and moving – the story and your poem. What a wonderful father/son bond you have. It fills my heart to read about it.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Thanks, Sherry, so glad you found a connection to the poem…
Susan said:
Thank you for this opportunity to write about my Dad. I, too, have a carry story–a shoulder ride across the street in deep dark to be safe from a chimney fire. But this is my beginning in writing about Dad, who was here for three days just yesterday–he drove with mom from his home 5 hours north. Really!
Susan said:
Whoops! I am too late to post it, but I will post it on Tuesday.
Semaphore / Samuel Peralta said:
Will look for it, Susan, feel free to tap me on the shoulder!