In the Pontoon
We were all floating on
her. It was as if we owned the comfort
zone. It was as if we felt that we
weren’t alone. It was as if we were buoyed
up by moans and groans. Her words were
never heard yet she spoke to us in a rhythm that rocked us back and forth. It was as if the splashes of the waves
encouraged us to misbehave.
Dull nulls were broken
up by seagulls that used a screech for speech.
We had drifted beyond the breach and they were yelling to be telling us
this as we sailed into the abyss. The
ocean has a mist to be kissed and a breeze that is but a tease. It was as if she knew that we were trembling
at the knees. It’s hard to steer clear
of fear when it’s sitting right here, anchoring us to a reef of grief. Our pontoon was our only relief.
It was with hope that
she kept us afloat. She was so soft and
yet sturdy, giving us faith that we would defeat the wraith. When it’s all said and done sometimes it’s
fun staring at the sun because in a blur it's just like staring at her. Such feelings you can’t hide when you feel so
warm on the inside. It was like she
chased away our thoughts of suicide. She
could kill a chill and she gave us the will to keep going without knowing what
little few of the crew would do when death announced its curfew.
It was as if we crooned
because we were marooned in a pontoon.
Swells splashed upon us like a typhoon.
We scarcely held on tight with fright and yet somehow she held us
upright. Never did she fail in the
gale. Though surrounded by water it was
a fiery hell. Despite the wear she did
not tear. There was no hole to be found
in her soul and this is what kept us whole.
She kept our hearts from breaking apart.
Tethered together we made it through stormy weather.
It was easy to decide
to remain by her side. It's easy to
remain true to a lady so dedicated to you.
It was easy to be breezy when such clean air wisped away the clouds of despair.
It was to go with the flow of such a
rainbow. It was like she reeled us in
from crying and dying and this is why we kept on trying to strive to survive. We were all floating on her and some of us still
do, clinging onto her like a wife for dear life. So it is to be marooned in the pontoon. Smashing are the waves that misbehave upon an
ocean of emotion.
Orrin K. Loftin,
Explorer
Copyright? When there's only hope to keep the boat
afloat.
February 4th,
2014
