Wreckage

Upon the shore I woke

more intensly weary

than ever I was.

I lay there

unable to draw

much but the shallowest

breath.

The sun set

as I slept and woke

slept and woke

The air cooled

and I shivered madly

but had not the strength

to move my body

to some place of warm

had it existed.

The sun finally rose

gleaming on the beach

and on the water.

Birds hopping on the shore

doing their daily duty.

I lay there

modeling for chalk outlines,

wondering,

what would become of me.

I started awake,

hearing thudding sounds.

I thought it was my own heart

getting ready to burst.

It was the sound of running feet.

Suddenly, I had sand in my face.

I looked one last time

into my wife’s face

as she bent down

to look at me

It was she who threw me off the boat

and now she had a gun.