Driftwood
by Marc Brimble
your oldness lost
floating
among white waves
the currents carried you away
toward the estuary
like driftwood
we stretched out for you
we could have been your rocks
your buoys
but
you turned your face
so you wouldn’t see our tears
and the salt on our lips
I wished for a moment I was a fish
to swim with you for a while
through the billows
but all I could do
was stand on the shore
and watch you disappear.
floating
among white waves
the currents carried you away
toward the estuary
like driftwood
we stretched out for you
we could have been your rocks
your buoys
but
you turned your face
so you wouldn’t see our tears
and the salt on our lips
I wished for a moment I was a fish
to swim with you for a while
through the billows
but all I could do
was stand on the shore
and watch you disappear.
Marc Brimble lives in Valencia, Spain, and when not teaching English, he loves drinking tea. He started writing a couple of years ago, and his work has been published in Presence and Prune Juice, among others.