At Sea - June 8, 2000

A sudden coldness grasps me
and the pain twists inside
so that breathing is 
now an option
as opposed
to being
a necessity.

And like a cool stilletto
the words carve a neat line
through the fog.

And carefully
I pour the words,
the thoughts,
onto a white page.

And watch them sail
like so much flotsam
into the sea
- where it struggles
to stay afloat
only
to sink
once more.

-title by KS