Sway

A reek of sweat
it may or may not be the doom
of impending death

The waves have met
and ricocheted
the boat didn't collapse
but it swayed.

And my heart swayed with it
on the blue waves
and it almost jerked free of its moorings.

A monstrosity then
rose up and bled
turned my insides on a whim
like the roiling shore bed

But the patience of encounter
by then long practiced
saved me from a flounder
and another night
I sleep free