Ship
When your boat sinks
In waters angry
cold and grey
and flooded with self pity
I’ll send someone in
To save your day
I’ll remain anonymous
I’m no hero
And though I wished you harm
It was a thought not a deed
My present to you
A juvenile riposte
Full of bad intentions
For a fleeting moment
At least until I grow up
I imagine you
Being rescued
I’m hiding…and waiting
For that moment
When you bring yourself
To say thanks
Then your cargo of humbleness
Will be carried into port
And I can sail away.
©SJ2009
