War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

desert diver (2)

he tagged, packed kit, uploaded pics—
Christmas, his last summer, his wife, his kids;
when he finally hit desert, the sand,
he opened his digital hay box,
fed from this moveable feast, something
wholesome, something sweet, something homemade;
they’d bid goodbyes, drew the long breath, busied
themselves, told themselves, “he’s coming back”
pushed down the twitch in their bellies and spines;
somehow, where impulse became real deal,
practice, big moves morphed into wires, bent steel,
mishap cratered into the long road home
marking the day he hauled himself from the sea
walked voluntarily towards Afghanistan’s IEDs,
tsunami and quake, his family’s ocean began to empty.



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