Monday, April 6, 2015

Payback

Day Six, NapoWriMo. 




Payback


There are parts of this
I don’t talk about, face,
admit. Sleepless nights,
house shuddering in wind
before a fish day, eyes open
on the ceiling, backs of eyelids,
out the window, wondering beyond
bad water, pounding rollers and my
own helplessness. Have I done this
before? Drowned in a past life?  What
else explains this loss of rational thought;
payment for mistakes ended under water?
I thought selling out would remedy the fear.
It did. But my son goes fishing this spring.
And I am awake in bed again, listening.

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