Monday, January 3, 2011

Helper. A poem by me.

Alone on a desert island.

Surrounded by ashes that were once bridges.

Looking for a boat

A fish

Anything

Something that will come.

Come close enough

Into the shallow

To meet me where I am,

To lead me into the deep

To save me if i start to drown

To guide me to the mainland.

I never was a good swimmer.