George Such – Poetry


I swim out in the waves of the Andaman Sea,
past where they break near shore, past
where my feet touch sand.  I keep going
out, out, under the red clouds, feeling a pull
toward the sun, my body buoyed in the warmth,
my fourteen-year-old son, a speck on the beach.
How far can I go and still be a father?

Strange how physiology can flash, the jolt
that comes from a different mind.
Instead of dreaming up at the sanguine sky, I see
how my legs look to a big fish, as they wriggle
back and forth beneath my black shorts.
Keeping my breath steady, I wonder:
How fast should I swim back to shore?