That On This Day - Poem by James McLain
Alone, I lay on a wooden raft.
My friend that is so unique.
A friend that is one of a kind.
With her I am never alone on the Sea.
In the light until it becomes grey.
Alone I stay in the dark.
Except for her.
Looking down through the middle into the belly jar.
Bone fish hands guide me.
She says to rise, brother, rise.
Awakend sky pray to the morning sun.
The wind lies asleep in the arms of dawn.
Not unlike a child that has cried all night.
I am nobody to you whom is asleep.
Nobody left is awake is like her asleep.
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