I am a sailor on your sea of hope
In a junk full of holes
as your surge swells around
I stand, legs apart shouting
"You, my friend, have been found!"
And you cast more fury,
And I swing more truly,
championing natures fight
And nothing, nothing can be more beautiful
Except, perhaps loves first light
You send me vicious walls of pain
that whip like the smart of a cane
Then send me silence, echoless and dead
In years and years of stillness
as that lone albatross circles overhead
I see you in the dead sea fog
and call out so you wont get lost.
And you bark back
‘I AM A MAN’
your wild hair wild thrashing
‘I AM A MAN’
I laugh as you take my boat,
my broken junk full of holes
and set upon it.
Throwing your rage at me
And you scream
‘DO NOT MOCK ME’
And my poor little boat
My little shoe boat
takes all you throw
yet keeps me safe on deck
until I can bear it no more,
and I, I jump over board
And you cast more fury
As I sink into you,
swallowed whole,
silent and strong
but I drown in your fear
and you awake with a dead enemy.
And the sea is silent and endless
and the sky and sea
never fall into each other
As I fell into you
and that calms you
but leaves you more alone than ever.
-Ilona Harker 2009