Rare west wind blows coast to sea,
while I rewax board, stretch limbs
climb into wetsuit, crash right into
classic combers roll in on the Atlantic sea.
No rip current, in fact, no current to speak of,
it’s the wind carrying my pleading voice
away from the last jut of land,
from lighthouse, from all forms of rescue.
For thirty two hours waves were my only earworm,
vying for attention as my mind scorched,
get me out of the sea, the bone grinding,
pervasive, seeped-in, cold of the sea.
No one knows the levels of dark that comes
when the sea tries to eat you at night, black moonless sky,
black land encircling, black endless bed of ocean.
A single speck, yellow surfboard no better than a
canary in a mine, blue flies set it aglow in the darkest hour,
buff of wind, splash of mist, paddling to preserve body heat,
if I close my eyes I will drown, a seagull helicopters over head,
I dream of being found.
NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR:
Matthew Bryce who was rescued alive from the sea after being stranded for 32hrs.
Found poetry based on a podcast published at Nocturne Podcast – Shortboard, a podcast by Vanessa Lowe (August 10th 2017)
Geraldine O’Kane is a poet, creative writing facilitator, arts administrator and mental health advocate. Her work has been published in numerous anthologies, journals and zines in Ireland, the UK and the US, most recently Arlen House, Eyewear Publishing, FourXFour Poetry Journal, Flare Magazine, and Poems in Profile. She was shortlisted for the Glebe House poetry prize and the Melita Hume poetry prize. She is founder and editor of Panning for Poems, an online and print micropoetry journal. Geraldine is co-host of Purely Poetry a monthly poetry open mic night run in partnership with the Crescent Arts Centre. Her first collection will be released by Salmon Poetry in June 2020.