Finality
a Poem by Raquel Swann
In the middle of the night
On A deserted island
I glance up at a familiar sky
Constellations have changed
Stars realign themselves
Before my very eyes.
Tides are rising
Water rushes to my feet
Two row boats quake
Within the wake of the waves
I wish not to return,
I cannot.
There is nothing for me
Within the confines of civilization
For when the liquid passes over
My nostrils, I will surely drown.
Fear not,
Don’t hold such things so dear,
When he’s gone for good,
It shall be celebrated.
By few.
Mourned by most.
She can swim for miles
Across a great divide.
She is stronger
She is better.
She is finality
Incomparable beauty.
A Vision of reality.
