WISCONSIN, 1929
Lake Michigan
What he knew of death
was a brood mare in a barn stall
heaving quietly in the dark –
contraction and silence.
When the canvas on the lifeboats
hummed in the wind
and lanterns slammed against bulkheads
and fire-grate doors swung
on their hinges,
he heard music
and felt, only,
the excitement he remembered
when neighbors came
for threshing:
thrilling commotion,
cessation of monotony.
— Cindy Hunter Morgan
This poem originally appeared in Potomac Review. Hunter Morgan lives in East Lansing, Michigan and teaches creative writing at Michigan State University. This poem is inspired by a 1929 shipwreck. For more information visit the author’s website.