Rob Macdonald


I get scared when I think
big ships,

ocean liners
with multiple pools.

Which deck is safe
in case of hail,

in case of volcano?
39 straight days of rain

do not a refund make.
To be untethered,

to be without walls—
ideas can’t bounce

off salt air alone.
An absence of ideas

can’t turn a propeller.
And these people,

eating their
baked ziti and waiting

for cheesecake—
I get scared.

Rob Macdonald lives in Boston and is the editor of Sixth Finch. His poems can be found in Octopus, notnostrums, Sink Review, esque, H_NGM_N and other journals.