A Sonnet for the Almost Drowned

To the ocean I am nothing
All my weight dissolved
It is no effort for this giant
To bear me on her shoulders

And here we shall wander
With my aching arms spread wide
Nine of ten of me held under
And still one of me alive

Past toddlers with their floaters
And tattooed, bearded men
Drawing them from the water
As they squeal Again! Again!

Will you set me down here in the shallows
Till I'm ready, my ocean friend?

This poem appears in


Wire Walkers

Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2015