I recall one stormy night
racing down
with my father
to watch the lifeboat go out
men shouting
running
giving themselves
to the task of saving others
he had been a sailor
in time of war
I saw the look in his eye
as some memory from the deep
rose to overturn
his quiet night
men shouting
running
giving themselves
he always gave to lifeboats
last night I saw refugees
floating in the water
and thought of him
that look
that night
that lifeboat
all real
these shadows from the deep
enough to make men heroes
enough to make men weep
he always gave to lifeboats
Another Way of Saying 