Lightly drowning

By: Nolan Henry

I had a dream last night.

I was under the water in a deep storm.

There were sunken sailboats around me.

Many many sailboats.

Their masts poked through to the waterline,

all pointing the same direction.

Like pikes ready to skewer me.

The sway of the waves.

The subtle shifts of the boats.

The violent toss of my body.

Inches and inches,

and furlongs and furlongs,

for hours and hours.

Until it was dark.

A blinding dark.

But not quiet.

The patter of rain breaking the surface.

The crash before lightning.

The wane of the sailboats.

Evercloser.

Blind in the middle of a sailboat graveyard,

and the motion didn’t stop.