Overboard
Man, woman, or child;
It doesn’t seem to matter.
Once you’ve gone overboard,
There’s no getting back
Inside the big boat.
And what a pity, for sure.
But the absence of life
Won’t begin to cover
What’s truly lost at sea;
We all fathom that.
Yet here we sit, still,
Miles from any shoreline,
Distant as ever, of course,
Replaying the endless journey—
Eternal turbulence, at best.
Yes, don’t believe the tales,
Told to soothe poor widows,
Who believe in the green grave.
It’s as dark there, I’m afraid,
As anywhere else on earth.
Osiris Poetry 