The Wait

By Kaavya Silambanan

Grey skies hung heavy with rain clad clouds

Glinting under the streaks of sunlight

That dared break through the stoney cover.

The sea slowly swallowing the extinguishing sun

As the sky waited in anticipation of what is to come.

A chill swept the air getting rid of any remnants

Of the warm summer day that now lay to waste.

A clean dark slate for the water to play.

The silhouette of a young boy stood trembling

On the wooden stern of a sinking boat

Holding his hand up to the sky,

Catching the last of the rays vanishing into the night.

The whale songs he had longed for were heard from afar

No longer were they the siren calls he had loved

But a lament for the boy braving the wrath of the sea.

Intrigue had never been so cruelly punished.

The hasty wind blew through his soul

As the waves grew closer with impatience

His life lay hanging on a single jump

To the lone Boulder that had weathered storms.

The Boulder lay quiet, like a silent promise to save him

As the waves crashed into its plinth and retreated

As though it was warned to not stay

It was the age old battle of the earth versus the sea.

Time had been engulfed by the dark

Now nothing remained but the Boy and the Boulder

The chasm of sea widening steadily between them

With a deep breath of faith, he jumped;

Clinging on for his life, the Boulder had kept its promise

All there was left to do, now, was wait,

Wait for the morning light to break through the clouds

And wait for the tomorrow where he would be saved.

By Kaavya Silambanan