Siren’s Song
You turned over the controls
old boat, steering wheel
gripped by my sweaty palms
wheel tighter than cars
boat barely moves.
I overcompensate
turn wheel too hard
boat veers too far starboard
away from course.
You’re a patient teacher
like our father who taught us
to drive the car.
Boat wheel in my hands,
I learn to maneuver
out on the bay
a sense of mastery in the making,
your instructions
back to bay--
red-right-return.
I cling to the joy of the sea
you prematurely retired
stave off brain tumor for 21 months
A miracle has arrived
You cling to each negative MRI
like a man navigating uncharted waters
you wager miracle as truth
brave as you are what else could you do
buy that new bigger boat
it’s wheel I never held.
Photo Credit: János Bencs from Pixabay
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