Empty Vessels

• Alison Gordon, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2009

It is difficult to make out the shapes in the darkness.
My window pane, dripping dew now acts as a frame for the port.
They come and go, like my father.
They take him away.

Rough hands from caressing ropes,
His cheeks taste briny.
My stomach is in reef knots when
They take him away.

Empty vessels loom biggest on a once full heart.