A small boy, adrift

lazily bobbing

on the tubular cushion

of air.

A rope loosely wrapped around

the big toe, keeps his

wanderings to a minimum.

The head limply bent

over the curve,

with eyes shut.

Brilliant light reflects

off the pale, young

skin.



As the sun rises and rises,

the body changes. The once fair,

innocent skin has now been replaced,

with the leathered, worn look

of time. The tidy black hair, now

floats white, and ragged.

The eyes stay shut, too weak

to face the stabs of the once-

kind sunshine. The lapping

of the waves, and the gentle

rocking of the contained air

eases the mind, and the muscle.

Now the once loosely fitting

rope becomes slack as well.

An innocent boy, a tired

old man now peacefully drift,

out to sea.