AWAY FROM HOME
Flub-Dub-Flub-Dub-…
The beat quickens.
Tired men, blinded by
the salt spray, soaked by the
endless onslaught of the rolling
surf around their hapless craft,
stand with hands numbly grasping
ropes and rails, waiting as the storm
tosses them mercilessly.
It had been days since a dark line
of clouds suddenly obscured the sun.
The wind and the waves
had grown steadily in intensity.
As the lightening illuminated a lucid moment,
their ship is righted just in time
to see a swelling towering monster
of a wave bearing down on them…
still hundreds of yards off, but already
higher than the main mast…
Flub-Dub-Flub-Dub…
The rhythm after the
anniversary waltz,
startled in the after glow.
With a gasping inhalation
of surprise and shock
she notices the fixed stare,
gaping mouth,
his grey/blue pallor
and eerie stillness.
“Honey? Are you okay?”
Flub-Dub…
The rhythm, while he watched,
as the people in the hospital room
began to throb in the jerky style
of one of his grandson’s videos.
He saw some morphing into
glowing animated auroras,
or some obscure memory,
the sound of conversation,
like listening through the vents
back at school …
He remembers running outside
beneath a friendly full moon.
He looks up at its smiling face as
strong hands reach down to him.
Reaching his chubby
infant hands upward,
he falls towards the
friendly good feeling.
warm…and safe.
And welcome…
Flub…
the beat.
Dub…
Soaring towards…
[The Monitor Screams]
The stars,
and home.
Written by Ric Ohge aka Rex Dexter 2003
