- Vol. 04
- Chapter 10
Trust – a Love Poem
On inside passages I breathe in through my nose out through my mouth, calculate the distance to shore check who else is near.
He watches the chart unfold our boat a small, black triangle red crosses marking the rocks I cannot see. He gestures left or right. I turn the wheel.
I doubt I’ll die in my bed. There’ll be no cross for him or for me in his wake.