A Boy

A speck of foam on the circumference of some great beast,

a solitary soldier amidst the ranks of some great sodden host

marching 'round the rows of craggy teeth of the abyss. 

A thunderhead circling the gluttonous maw of the deep.

This great wide repetition is a comfort,

yet I am stitched into this orbital descent

by insistent threads of icy current.

As I turn, I recognize wide swaths of this creature

who attempts to draw me deeper;

this ocean, this life, this singularity in the center of it all.

I wait to be carried back, to repeat

the same rotations.  

I weigh heavy with accumulated precipitation.

Others mingle and drop as tears into the endless blue-black,

but I will remain a radius away from where you are all swallowed. 

I will drift. 

Author's Note

Avoiding growing up, falling in love.