Riding the Eye
Never felt such trepidation
Lost in black mountains
Crashing over the port house
Suddenly underneath
Blasting through the surface
Into the maelstroms wrath
In power tossing the little craft
Of sticks and tack and glue
Coming apart the brine leaking
Away the hope of six men
Fighting the seas head on
Ranges of breakers smashing
Glass giving way to the Atlantic
Oceans of souls lost within
A watery grave beckoning
Softly fighting for breath
Heaving for a chest full
Of wind with rain rolling
Over the trawler on her side
Racked and stressed moaning
In terror begging to any god
Forgive the ignorance made
Calculating the way home
Where she is standing on the point
Of desperation looking beyond
The edge boiling over
Capsized and taking on water
Filling each compartment
Where I lock my wishes away
From the coast of the Cape
Covering me as a death shroud
Over the eyes of the onlookers
Of the mast lights
Going out the in the final trip
To the bottom descending
From heaven...
I shall protect you
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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