Spring 2003 • Vol. XXV No. 2 Poetry |

Questions for the Drowned at Sea

Are you loose and vague as a sea grown still after rain? Or cool as salt water when the season's fall, when the sun is low and the air is chill? Can you move? Do you say, I try, but my legs won't kick? I had my looks, but they've gone away? Can you swim? Are you closer, now, to a fish, your mind all dumb and your head just float? Or to raft, in the water's clasp, in the random swish and turn? How odd, in the wide expanse where the water yawns at the shore. What god swam off with your ghost? Did he stuff it in a bottle and give it to the winds and the sea so its ink's gone smeared and the message is a muddle of blue? Will it roll in the surf or dry on the sands of the beach? Are you vessel? Or soul?

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