Thursday, November 5, 2015

A drift at sea

Thursday, November 05, 2015

The water rises and falls
In this place with the moods of the moon,
Slapping at the shore of stones
With each passing cargo ship
I am lost in the tides like a small boy
Who has been cast out into the wide sea
Desperate to feel a bottom I know
I can never reach except by drowning,
And I am already way over my head
Each breath filling me up until I can no longer
breathe, or think – floating in this place
as helpless as drift wood as I cast my gaze
around for one desperate glimpse of land
knowing that if I can put my feed down
on something firm

I can survive.

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