Tsunami
Teardrops had fallen
and wrung my heart dry
too weak to cry
sweat had trickled down
to feet and palms
hiding in my bulging
eyes.
I had searched
for three days
trembling at a doorknob
locking the masked one
to open the bandaged one
doorknob to doorknob
the night of a mind
searching the labyrinth
of a deadened heart
hoping for life.
I had waited on the waves
to return my cry
combing the sand
sniffing your scent
among the putrefied
begging the fish to vomit up
a lock, a foot, an eye
waiting on the waves
to return my cry
my heart jumped
stretching my lips smiled:
“I know you. My eyes see you”
I ran ahead of my arms
to embrace my life!
Four steps on the sand
where there were only mine
Because you live I live.
I wasn’t ready to see you die.
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All yours May 5/7/21
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2017
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