The Sharks

On a yaht in the Carribean
A party festive and fine,

A tempest unleashed
With tumultuous seas,

Plummeted into the waves
With no one knowing my about,

Treading, Treading and Treading
A school of SHARKS approached,

Circle, Circle and Circle
Closer, Closer and Closer,

Six, seven or eight there were
and then they went away.



Copyright(c)2004 Joseph Assumption Barbier

This was a Dream

INTERPRETATION: (January 30, 2008) At the time I wrote this poem I was dating a lady from Cuba. The yacht was representative of my home at that time. My relationship was great but I was in the process of losing my home, which happened a few days after I wrote this poem.
The tempest was the litigation for my home and the fact that I had just filed a medical malpractice case (wrongful death case) for my deceased wife in November 2003. At the time I was litigating these situations no one knew what was happening with me especially since I lost my home. The circling of the sharks is the five to eight law firms I was dealing with on a daily basis. The professional I discussed this dream with stated that he believed the lawyers did not want to encounter me or "professional courtesy".