shipwreck

Braeden Sagehorn he/him/his

shipwreck

beat against the force of the wind

my heart stays steady & on course

for land; i just can’t see it yet.

so i move now with the rocking

of the boat until sea sickness

takes me away, dehydrates me,

and leaves me to rest. 

i’m there beneath the sun 

& all the birds do is mock

me while the clouds glare.

here i present to you a body

too distraught to care

until it arrives on shore 

with more hands to help

move it while i wait patiently

for recovery.