At Sea 
 
My boat is leaking.
 
In the cabin a cupboard a box
my heart is there
 
for safekeeping.
 
My legs go everywhere--
the deck, the hold, the galley
arms in the air
 
flailing.
 
I lost an eye down a crack in the hull
my head went searching
 
and never came back.

Jill Boucher


If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Jill Boucher would be pleased to hear them.