He knew the time would come when he’d have to leave.
It was the ‘way of the water’ as his father and his
father, before that, had told their off-spring. He’d enjoyed being part of the
whole. He felt safe among them all. All the voices of the collective, but soon
his time would come to depart and drift away from all that he knew, to make a
new life out there – wherever ‘out there’ was.
It is the will of the great water god, he knew that
much. Every beginning has the seeds of its own destruction and one day he too
would disappear into oblivion.
It happened in the middle of the warm season, the
cracking could be heard from a long way away and without warning he had broken
from the pack and was drifting. He looked back to see his family trying to cope
with the turmoil of another slice of the family gone.
He wasn’t sure how long he drifted on his own but the
hot weather came and went, and another cold season descended. He thought he saw
others of his own kind, from time to time but they passed in the night.
One day, in the following spring, he was drifting in the
dark when a huge monster came so close that he touched the sides of it. He was
sure he heard the ripping of skin.
It passed so close to him that he could read the name on
the side of it - ‘'rms titanic’.
bobby stevenson 2012
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