Wreck

Victor O'Leary

The boat, rocking on its sensual
anchor, founders at daybreak
in the storm of living. Opaque,
surprised by the usual unusual,
the eyes of fear like fishes see
the bewildering end of love's intimacy.

Words like waves batter the hull
of peace in the curious gale
of thinking. When the pumps fail,
despair pours in till the heart is full
and sinks, taking the sailor hopes down
to depths where even fishes drown.