Adrift
On the Ocean.
Finding
the island this far away would require
A
heavy debate. I didn’t want to debate
anything
Right
now, I wanted to get home. The sun was
Stretching
low over the horizon, glimmering red
Like
a ball of fire, and our boat was drifting farther
Away
into the great ocean, and we were getting low
On
rations-we still had some worms left in the bottom
Of
the color, and one spam sandwich I happened to
Snag
from the fisherman on-shore. We were a
little
Too
far away from the shore for my liking, but the map
We
had gave no indication of any off-shore island,
And
nothing was above us but clouds and a perpetual blue
Sky. We were lost.
I knew it without glancing at
My
mother or my father, knew it without certainty that
We
would never find our way back home.
The
sun was warm on our backs and our heads, but the sun
Was
sinister in our minds-it could kill us, the longer we
Stayed
out here.
Suddenly
there was a breeze, ever so slight, and my mother
Took
up the paddles and started rowing towards shore,
Her
laughter ringing in the quietness. We were
all glad.
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