The Great Wave
The Great Wave:
An experimental story made of Haiku
By Conor Malloy
We are in the boats.
The water is strong, and fierce
with every rocked boat.
With each massive wave,
the water gets stronger still.
I am just worried.
The water itself,
it is not like this all day,
So angry and mad.
The other people
in the other boats that rock,
holding for dear life.
The big wave comes up,
we do not see it at first.
Then we turn around,
it is the biggest!
The wave, the size of an inn!
We brace ourselves hard!
The wave crashes down!
The impact hits my body,
my head hits the boat.
Wake up suddenly,
deep underwater I am.
My body feels broken.
The salt stings my eyes,
I swim towards the surface.
I struggle to breath
as I surface quick.
I see no boats around me
the splinters I see.
Companions are gone,
my body hurts, pain by breathing,
waters still rage on.
Originally published in Spring 2020, Volume 1, Issue 3