Echo of Windswept Cries

(to Natalie)

The mist so thickly smothers my craft

I tossed from crest to wave

Huddle near this bobbing craft

Clutching, my life to save

Then I hear a voice so small

Tossed from wave to crest

Piercing the echo of windswept cries

Distant from the rest

And from behind these foggy eyes

Far from my vessel’s weave

I sense this presence I recognize

From which I cannot leave

Copyright Eric Wasiolek - Grinnell 1979