Thursday, 21 January 2021


by Lorraine Caputo

Shutting up, shutting down...waiting...What lies in the future, what does the future hold?

patience…wait… for answers to come….

I haven’t written...I haven’t gathered...I haven’t walked, exploring the world around me…..

Too much working over, trying to finish tasks, waiting, waiting for word….

Sun already edging the western horizon, too late to do tai chi on Ratonera….

Sit by the edge of the sea, watch the tide come, the tide go & come once more…. again….

Sit in the darkness of night, watch the moon wax & wane & wax

Hide away in the worlds proffered by others, in books, poems, tales…..

& await word…


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Lorraine Caputo is a wandering troubadour whose poetry appear in over 200 journals on six continents, and 14 chapbooks – including Caribbean Nights (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014), Notes from the Patagonia (dancing girl press, 2017) and On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019). She also authors travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. In 2011, the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada honored her verse. Caputo has done literary readings from Alaska to the Patagonia. She journeys through Latin America with her faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth. Follow her adventures at or


  1. For me the great wait of the last few months has been answered. No longer evil at the helm of my country. Almost forgot how it feels to wake up happy.

  2. Trying to catch my breath today after four years of holding it .. the
    Healing has begun!

  3. yes, waiting can be hell...I'm doing it, and your words cushioned some of the pain...

  4. To me I envision some healing in the way you used your words. There is some unrest though in the way you described: "the tide come, the tide go," as if there is no absolute resolve, just the constant change. I enjoyed this poem.