Wooden planks riddled the beach
protruding like tombstones.
A hastily made fire signal stood ready,
a sentinel on the hill,
stretching out into the blue expanse.
I watch a ship sail into view
so close I think I could whisper and be heard,
but I drop the torch in the sand
leaving my salvation unlit.
Alone, I sit on the beach
observing the jagged markers
signifying everyone I’ve lost.
I fully expect to die here.
Somehow I feel more lost and broken
because their deaths didn’t swallow me whole.
I rise and wade into the waters
of their memories, praying they will
pull me under.
Pull me under.
I never would have abandoned them.
Left them alone.
I wade out farther, the
waves cresting above my shoulders,
lapping at my chin.
But the moment my head dips below the surface
Pushed and shoved.
Until I’m on the deck of my ship.
I thought it sank.
I thought the ship, my life,
was wrecked on the shores of the island.
But she is just battered.
The waves of memories,
carry me out to sea.