Anita Mechler: Lost at sea

I on shore.

waiting

cold

alone.

 

You at sea.

lost

listless

silent.

Your distress

signal flashes,
into close clouds
without hope

for rescue.

To be your anchor.
tied to land,
no raft
or watercraft.

 

Uncertainty

is my call,

your ability to see

or hear.

My flares
do nothing for you,
But show you the way back home.