Was I Eaver Really Here?

• Toby Ellks, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2019

When my body’s found
at the bottom of a river
I hope it’s the middle of the spring
and the water glitters silver

I wish you’d left me in the water
To tumble with the stones
But you had to bury me six feet
And now I’m alone

One time I got out and walked
Into the forest from the creek
I saw a stag covered in
Thin chains of gold and leaves

It doesn’t help that I could get
so close to that deer
It makes me think that maybe
I was never really here