SPLASHING IN SILVERWOOD LAKE (a true story)


“Let’s swim out to the docks,”
my adventurous friend presses.
Shirts come off and in we wallow.

Overhead long strokes for ages
until weariness takes hold
and suddenly splashing erupts.

Then arms wrap around me,
hoping my body a buoy,
and thrusting me deep down below.

Muffled echoes and bubbles,
frantically fighting his grip,
only to emerge to a second attempt.

Then out of nowhere comes
an instinctual thought,
a forever haunting thought,

“He may have to drown
so that I may live.”
God help me.