7. Safety's Smile - Poem by Albert Johnson
I'd had enough safety. I wanted free.
I broke water and struggled to the surface
gasping for the air of babyhood security.
A toddlerhood later that protection expired
and I was pulled to the water again.
Our boat kept us safe from the sea.
But it was a strange refuge,
drenched with derision and dread.
I tired of being so wet,
so, opting for water again
I escaped into the liquid chill.
There's three minutes to numbness and fifteen to death.
I died, and found safety, drifting numb for a boyhood.
A manhood later my own son arrived
and spotted me floating.
He boated beside me, smiled safety,
and said, 'Come aboard, Dad! '
He reached for me and I took his hand,
emerged from the chill,
and smiled freedom and safety at last.
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