Trevor J.
Crawling out of bed at 3 a.m.
the scent of coffee waking my brain
sea water moistening my face
licking the salt from my lips
the engine of the boat starts,
vibrating loudly beneath me
tickling my feet.
Leaving the wharf, the sun begins to rise
fiery red, it lights up the sky
beaming down on my face.
The ocean below, so calm an mysterious
Trevor J. cuts through like a piece of glass
hovering above the deep, dark ground
Trevor J. slows his engine
allowing me to pick traps
that hold a surprise in each one
sea water lingers at my nose
while capturing the lobsters and releasing the crabs.
After I bait the traps
a red fish slices my finger through my glove
I quickly lean over Trevor J.
placing my finger in the ocean
cleansing it, to keep from getting poisoned
Then Trevor J. sails off again
making sure to stay between the gigantic
red and green buoys
but he veers too far right and smashes his hip
off the red buoy he lies in the water, struggling,
bleeding splinters and nails
his engine muffles
as I go down with Trevor J.
down to the deep dark pit below.
