The water’s not so deep <br />down here, it’s still stirred <br />on the sea-bed by the off-shore tide. <br />The seaweed waves in slow rhythm, almost gracefully. <br /> <br />Sometimes a crab, going somewhere not apparent <br />with laborious stubborn intent <br />displaces very slightly the bone-white skeleton <br />lying on its back, almost relaxed, almost temporary, <br />as if waiting for time to give some signal <br />to turn those stark claws back into a son’s hands <br /> <br />or the current turns a few degrees the eyeless head, <br />the young jaw, as a light sleeper <br />in a dream, submissive to the tide; <br /> <br />peaceful; down here <br />in this filtered light <br />death, grief, tears, a mother's memories <br />seem unknown, have no place.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0012-only-one-life-was-lost-in-this-disaster/
