Wherever here is-
Floating. Just floating.
Trusting yourself. Toes up. Palms up.
Calm yourself. Slow your breathing. Don’t tip.
Not like the other men (and Rembrandt) in the boat. At first,
facing the horizon
with eyes to the waves. Ears above the water.
Seabirds begging. Ears below the water.
A quiet current…
and your thoughts. Then face to the shore,
trusting yourself to the old gods
and the new
and the- A game of chicken
waiting for the world to
direct you. Will the wave break on your head?
Or not? Maybe tomorrow really is just an excuse
up up and away
but I sure as hell ain’t no Superman. Fish flying and birds diving.
All it takes to get from here to tomorrow
is a lifetime. Almost to the shore…
Wherever there is.
Phillip Gillis is a teacher, writer, wanderer, semi-retired professional wrestler, and father of two beautiful children. He is also a proud native of Allensville, N.C. and grew up in a hardware store, C&G Supply Center.