Sea’s Company
A poetic short story
Partially hidden
by the November fog,
the Kraken’s slippery tail
flew out of the black water,
sending ripples into Keldon’s ship.
The motion was too quick
and Keldon was too seasick to
even grasp the mythical event
that had just happened to him.
Was he awake or dreaming?
Keldon couldn’t tell the difference
between consciousness and sleep.
It was day 47 of a dangerous solo
mission he had embarked on
after he decided he didn’t have
a convincing “why” to live
besides happening to be
in the habit of existing.
What did it all mean?
Keldon, age 27,
had copper brown hair
and a crisp red beard,
short and well-maintained.
He’d been confused by how
normal people could be normal
while he continued to feel insane.
He always had kind inviting eyes but
whenever a conversation would start
his mind pilgrimaged to big ideas
he’d been yearning to understand.
In an instant, the man could rifle through
topics as diverse as…
