Martini Effect 
by Zara Raab

 

When I pass a solitary         

day in writing, a certain       

calm falls over me,        

like the eerie elation         

known to deep sea divers       

scissor-kicking Sargassum      

or the deadly rapture      

of pilots tasting a freedom       

science dubs the Martini Effect.  

Some savvy poets have a knack  

for whatever’s on everyone’s  

radar, but others of us shun 

society altogether:  

our Far Out is really very far.