Ah, says the sighing sage, Life.
You have to taste it in the deed,
Make time for it by letting go.
Screw that, says the cynic, the salesman.
You have to have a leg up on the vermin who desert
a sinking vessel.
You have to do what is best for yourself.
So, therefore, one must have the time of one’s life
While the vermin still crawl in the crannies,
While the ship is still afloat.
The sage and the cynic meet to trade secrets,
As the hull scrapes against the rock,
As the water seeps in,
As the vermin fly in droves and the bow tips upward,
this is the beginning of the thing
not the end of it.
Caleb Coy is a freelance editor with a Masters in English from Virginia Tech. He lives in Christiansburg, VA with his wife and two sons. His work has appeared in The Common, Stonecoast Review, and Harpur Palate.