“Dead in the Water” by Tami Boehle-Satterfield

night-sea

Ship wrecked.
Afloat on a dark sea
On a black night.
It was a cold turn you took.
Your metallic grip steeled you,
“There isn’t room,” you said.
Mother cried,
The others silent
In shadow.

Like a memory,
The clip flashed.
Click,
Snapshot for the family album.
Heads cocked,
Boat loaded,
A shot in the dark.
The chop of a wave
Let me go.

With dulled sense
And to late,
I said,
“Just,
Let
Me
Go.”
And you did.
And you already had.

January 2013

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