Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Harbor

The boat ran aground.
I wanted it to.
The rudder snapped in half.
I wanted it to.
The oars split in pieces.
I wanted them to.
The boat started to sink.

But I couldn't let her sink.
I had to scoop madly at the water,
furiously bind the oars and rudder,
wrench the vessel free of land,
continue floating on to somewhere.

I'd rather sink
and finally land this ship.
The unknown harbors at the bottom
wait for me.
If only I could breathe down there.
If only I could breathe.

1 comment:

analyn said...

Every want fulfilled except for the last. You could breathe for a bit, but I suppose bubbles don't last long enough, do they? Have I told you before that I'm a fan of your writing? Put another point up for redundancy then.

I promise a reply to your message after I make it through these last two days of school...almost there. I'm crossing my fingers I won't have any Claus-type involvement with the school janitor; that would just be way too trippy. I'm glad to hear your walking corpse has gained some color. We wouldn't want you creeping out anyone. Later.