Be The Sea Fair Or Foul
by Stephanie Mesler
Floating separate, idly chatting, side by side over the glassy pool,
lazily stroking, we move forward in tandem, no need to look at one another.
We trust in forever and focus on fluffy clouds, imagining the heights,
We do not notice our feet are no longer parallel.
Drifting apart, the distance grows between us as the the water roughs.
Reaching, unable to clasp hands, we rise higher and drift farther with each swell.
We see one another only briefly when we both crest at once.
For a while after you are completely out of sight, I hear your cries.
Sinking alone beneath the waves, I fight to rise above the tumult.
Grabbing at spume that vanishes as my hands slice through it, I bawl out your name.
Down I go, spiralling with the maelstrom until my back slams into sand.
And there you are, already lost, eyes black, skin pale, not the friend I thought I knew.
Drowning, underneath 326 million trillion liters of water, we are reunited in stillness.
I take your hand, allow one last look at you, the friend who abandoned me to choppy waters.
A gasp before the sea goes still and the world goes dark… And then there is nothing.
We, two, are no more.
© Stephanie Mesler 2019
by Stephanie Mesler
Floating separate, idly chatting, side by side over the glassy pool,
lazily stroking, we move forward in tandem, no need to look at one another.
We trust in forever and focus on fluffy clouds, imagining the heights,
We do not notice our feet are no longer parallel.
Drifting apart, the distance grows between us as the the water roughs.
Reaching, unable to clasp hands, we rise higher and drift farther with each swell.
We see one another only briefly when we both crest at once.
For a while after you are completely out of sight, I hear your cries.
Sinking alone beneath the waves, I fight to rise above the tumult.
Grabbing at spume that vanishes as my hands slice through it, I bawl out your name.
Down I go, spiralling with the maelstrom until my back slams into sand.
And there you are, already lost, eyes black, skin pale, not the friend I thought I knew.
Drowning, underneath 326 million trillion liters of water, we are reunited in stillness.
I take your hand, allow one last look at you, the friend who abandoned me to choppy waters.
A gasp before the sea goes still and the world goes dark… And then there is nothing.
We, two, are no more.
© Stephanie Mesler 2019
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