Stories
The drowning man was supine in the water
It almost seemed he was not there
My brother was the first to see him move
That was when we turned our craft his way
The Trappists on the shore walked peacefully
Oblivious I think
I wonder did he cry
We hauled him up
He did not speak or move
We tied up at the Trappist’s dock
It took an hour to get some help
The inert man spoke not a word
Only some sounds too weak
complaining
as if his body was his only voice
Later we talked about the Trappists
How do you do when you don’t speak?
Does Jesus care if someone’s drowning
Can rules be bent to save a life
Such matters seem so simple
but
the chain we made was filled with chance
We could have missed him or not found a way
How did he get there anyway
Later snow blind I crossed an unknown road
Scooted through an inch from certain death
What was just was
Now should I give it rhyme
the words will fade and die
unless they come alive
in other minds
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