Pin
- Bruce Bond (U.S.A.)
River
consumes river, willow widow, water shore.
We learned it as children.
But the length of a life never
comes.
Is that what people call a death rattle,
I
asked.
And the nurse made a crucifix
with the axis
of her finger on her
lips.
I felt small.
Like a pin that holds
the wheel of a toy.
So when it was over, I had a child’s face.
I stood before an ocean
that
was motionless as stone.
If only I were that still,
I
could walk across.
I could step out of the picture
I feared
and never make a wave.