Well, a short one.
"The Witness"
You think I wouldn't spare you if I could?
I am withholding nothing.
I come forward to instruct you and amend.
But how can anyone prepare for this?
For months, years,
your parents have been drifting out to sea.
You have observed the small boat, the foolish rations,
how gulls dive and squabble in their wake.
Of course, we know where all such journeys end,
and yet there comes the moment as if I looked away
but I didn't look away.
Suddenly each has fallen over the bent horizon,
First one speck and then the other,
the one at the helm, the one waving
from the stern her soft scarf.