THE DROWNING MAN

Your hand on my back,

calling my name

telling me to wake up -

and I emerge,

surface suddenly

like your hand

would have grasped

me, brought up

from the deep waters

- how many hours

this time,

in sleep searching

the time

when you lived?

You

came, at last

and here I am

and you

are dead,

you are all dead

and I'm cast

on this shore

of awakening,

by your

hand and

voice which spoke

with kindness.

17.09.2018