as a child
I used to come here
to Camp Ellis.
the beach has mostly
washed away
but the pull remains.
once as a child
I was almost lost at sea.
my inflatable raft
drifting
further out with the tide.
the pull
overpowered me.
a stranger swam to me
and brought me back.
my mother thanked him.
in 1973
I was taken from this place
and forced into misery.
they tried to break my spirt
but they could not.
the pull remains.
she is always calling me
into her beautiful presence.
one day I will submit
and let her take me
forever.
