T
he Castaway found
paper bottle
half-burnt stick or pen
to scribble help I am here
and he was hoisted on the deck with his inheritance
of bones lowered in the berth
and his eyes closed like a patient in a sick bed and he was carried along
like a boy.
They told him likethis better likethis on the soles the skin
the hands that stretched the sheets
said to him yesyes
you must return!
He returned.
The swimming of the ocean
twin to the hull to the ribcage of the boat
taught him at the heart how to swim how
to survive told him the hands go from here to there
as the sea applauded on the other side.
For this
he was enveloped in the whisper of the linen dining tables.
The tribe swallowed him up.
But that was
the last
that they heard
of all those who found neither pen nor charcoal
nor bottle
nor you
because there was only sand all around.
Feature image by Todd S. Hale