Searching For A New Life
For thirty-two days we have survived the endless water,
the stuffy boat and inescapable sun
the stale smell of un-showered bodies and sea salt
and the screams of hungry gulls.
All around us is the fear of falling overboard,
three hundred of us, quiet families
huddled together.
The pregnant woman with no shoes reads German.
She tells us the lifeboats hold sixty. We are a tiny spec
in the middle of a vast ocean.
Below deck an old woman cries, but no one speaks her language.
Her son is missing.
The deck is slippery at night.
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