Another Sunday Another Poem

Bottom

I can see the bottom.

It is not deep enough here we are going to get stuck.

Scrape long furrows into the aluminum bottom

And stop.

We can’t go further.

Oars might get us over this rock but not the next.

It’s getting dark and we are far from shore.

Fear creeps up in waves.

Threatening to build, threatening to crash

Crash over us all and drag us down.

Without a boat we will lose each other.

In the dark we may end up miles apart.

If we don’t drown

If we don’t freeze

Do we wait out the night?

Not if tomorrow will just be the same.

The Earth will not shift while we shiver slumber.

The rocks will still be here at dawn.

May as well fight the bottom, the cold and the night

if the fear of them won’ t keep us warm.