life vests, samos
away from the white-knuckle waves
wisps of fluorescence haunt the undergrowth
orange bands like blistering shoreline sores
life vests peeled off by the numb fingers of those
who staggered here before the light broke open
six I find hidden in a thick thorn cocoon but one
has risen someone has slung it high from a powerline
its black straps gathering the sunbeams
like a lightning rod for grace made
a beacon beckoning to the next to come
whispering be not afraid I am with you