IN THE DEEP by Mary Ann Donnelly
What it must have been like
For a farm boy from the middle
Of the country
Far from an ocean,
Far from a sea
A day’s ride to a river
To find himself in the middle
Of the Pacific in a war
Against a people he had never seen.
What it must have been like
For a farm boy used to the wide open
Spaces of a treeless prairie
To find himself on a ship
In a sea of hammocks
Peopled by more men than
His town could count.
What it must have been like
For a farm boy who swam each summer
In a horse tank
To cool off from
The day on a tractor
To find himself in the middle
Of the ocean torpedo shot
Treading water waiting for rescue
Wishing himself back to dry
Parched windblown dustbowl
Oklahoma.
What it must have been like
The farm boy never told
But each anniversary
He sat in the dark
Remembering.