rescue diver sized me up
hooking belt loops, thumbs tucked,
he said,” ya go for the strong ones,
the ones who got fight left in ‘um”,
i thought it was cruel.
he said, “worried ’bout you?”
cracking a wiley grin,
“i see those wheels spin.
babe, just stand up
you don’t even need to swim”.
© M.G. Iannucci 2018
This poem and the previous were both inspired by actual conversations. The first with a biker and this one with a retired Coast Guard Resue Diver. “Soul speak” is everywhere…if you listen. I am grateful to these men for sharing their stories.
When the waves pass and your feet can find the sand…stand.