The Tillamook Rescue
Combed the waves for him
Jet ski bucking the tide
With a rider attached to a trailer.
Back and forth they zigzagged
I watched their orange suits
Bobbing on the reflections of the sun
A constant twinkle of life—looking
Longer than all our breaths could hold, combined
Passed between the moments of
A broken crab shell and seagull feathers.
His bluish greyness, camouflaged
By our childhood splashing, swimming, loving
We were still searching
When the sun reached the sea