Desperately Made Boats

"How could they go to sea
 in such flimsy craft?"

Ruptured pontoon replaced
by one of reeds.
Motor with enough gas
to carry them beyond
small arms fire, trailing
the smell of war.

Joseph fleeing in the night with
wife and child on the back of a donkey,
left behind his shop, most of his tools
for a foreign land.  Donkey back
was not his first choice,
just the best available.

Lakota Sioux pray,
"May we always be ready
 for the long journey."

First appeared in 2019 issue of Blue Hole, the Georgetown Poetry Festival anthology, edited by Joyce and Mike Gullickson.

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