Sidney Beck Poet Free verse

Little Boy Lost

LITTLE  BOY  LOST

Little boy in a yellow coat:
He was three,  but
He was only one - alone 
In a  sunless sea of people.

Metro  up-escalator,  dense crowd.   
They  lost hand-grip :
Grip held so lightly, anchor weighed so lightly : 
Lost anchor, lost grip, lost world.

Desperate  eyes  scouring  surging crowd , 
She was swept into the ascent anxiously
Battling the rising tide of  people;
He remained unmoving at ocean’s bottom.

Instant realization
That his ocean star was lost,
His yellow jacket screamed as 
A  distress-signal  flare.

Black panic suffocated his mind 
Mouth now  dry, pants now wet, 
Held breath, cries unheard, paralysed – 
He drowned a lifetime in those few moments.

She burst from the crowd as a miracle :
His vice grip testified to that.
She hugged his tears dry and they ascended
To the surface together.

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