A Sailor I (Part 3 Of 3) Poem by John Bliven Morin

Rising, I swam for my life and
Found pieces of whaleboat afloat;
Alone and far from any land,
I looked for the men of our boat.

But a heavy, thick fog had rolled in
And covered the waves and the sea;
I saw neither sail nor dreaded fin,
I knew that they'd never find me.

As I slipped into the briny deep,
I could see myself as from above,
Watching my death as one asleep;
My face as pale as a dove.

I recognized that pallid face,
It was I by another name;
A different time, a different place,
But it was I all the same.

Copyright (C) 2013 by John Bliven Morin