Underwater
and there was
a stream
that waded in
pooling in the corridor
and rising in the room
it left no corner dry
as it seeped into
the weeping wall
and stirred the ground to grain
and there they swam to her
and when they reached the bottom boat
that cradled her
they could not wake her up
for she was much too tired
had rowed much too long
in a restless sea
still they clung
to the side
trying to get a leg over
needing to say something … more
but the boat was drifting
offshore
sailing to the setting sun
and as they watched it
disappear
they felt the weightlessness of water
pushing them back to shore
and in the stillness
of the night
they lie spent in the sand
their eyes trained
on the evening star
(April 30, 2012)
TL