XXXI
Dear Lifeboat 13,
You saved my life over and over again
and my words,
My simple and barren words,
Will be but wisps on your memory when you finally
Decay.
I almost didn't get to leave, 13.
Second class and I just had to play the patience charade,
In a mass of people more like a brain cell
Than a crowd.
I was the last one in.
13, did you feel my body sink into your floorboards
And my nails scratch your oars?
Did my tears make you shudder
With the weight of my life that was before-
Did you feel it disappearing?
Lifeboat 13, you saved me,
And every day you will save me
From being a number in a book
I may have lived before,
But you will always be the vessel
That truly brought me home.
Sincerely.