Ominous Brushstrokes Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

The strokes of angry waves painted,
Beneath a sky of charcoal gray.
Did you feel it even then,
The water's rise above your head?
Bobbing up and down,
Slowly losing ground,
As they tried to hold on
To the clothes which become
Your coffin.

Knowing this you went anyway,
To try and save
Someone you never knew.

It's hard to believe,
But where you weren't before,
I now see
In your painting

You

Drowning.