I was much too far out all my life

Sarah Sarai


And not waving but drowning

And not wading but drowning

Not parading but drowning

And not treading but drowning

And not slogging but weighted

Not waiting but over my head

In a suck of the ocean a war

With the turf of the lost and the

Bloated leagues buried down

Not wallowing but downing

A cocktail of bitters of seaweed

Too much for the lubbers not

Winking not waving but lapping

The last of a life far offshore.

            – after Stevie Smith