Revolution
I would not have gotten in this boat with you.
I would not
except
where else was there
at the dock’s end
to go?
The water
was cold.
I would not have let you row the boat.
I could see
what kind of man you were.
I would not but
who was there to choose
between
you and me?
I would not have let you throw away the oars.
I knew what would happen next,
except
what else was there to do,
struggle
in a boat with a leak
over cold water?
Copyright Credit: Susan Griffin, "Revolution" from Bending Home: Selected & New Poems 1967-1998. Copyright © 1998 by Susan Griffin. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press.
Source: Bending Home: Selected and New Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 1998)