Mar 142012

by Jeff Eisenbrey


most of us are self-righting vessels

but mostly

we ignore signs


a bit of rust

the way doors don’t open

and close smoothly


little wearings-down

lived with that might conspire to fail

in a mighty sad convergence


such a swamping might

sink a stalwart soul while

floating all around


storm-wracked friends

change hands or peel

or take up a bright wash of paint