‘Shut the hatch!’
They lurch like the ship beneath my feet
these words buried deep in the pit of my guts
I struggle for breath and what I think I might say if I knew the truth of this matter…
I find, to my dismay, that there is no time for sickness.
Wall of water rising high enough to tilt my chin
Higher than when I used to track my kite
As a boy, the wind so much bigger than me.
The rain lashing so hard now everything I see is horizontal.
Someone slams my shoulder hard and gestures.
The vertical comes careening into focus.
Up the mast, tie it all off.
Back down again and the swells are dizzying
Still I turn on a heel.
Keep turning but then it’s beyond control.
Matching this chaos would be a feat.
All I see is the froth and the future becomes a wash
All I see is the fear and the fear comes across as froth
Spit from a dirty mouth.
And suddenly, it’s fucking mortal out here.
An eternity of indeterminate adjustments ensues
All the hands on deck and those in the know.
Some midway message I can’t decipher.
Eventually, the clouds shred themselves a bit.
A clear shot through.
And I see what it was meant to be…
A net full of fish.
Pocket full of dollars
The promise of a living -
I’m just trying to survive.
When the sun shines,
With all the beauty of life, sucked in on the salty air
Minus all the loss and heartache I might know
Hanging in some foreign balance
And I try to remember that I am human
While the slurry of guts runs rank down the decks
The sheen makes it seem something beautiful…
To open the hatch and step into the light,
Created: Mar 14, 2014crane_crafter Document Media