Mistress
by
Shi Y, Arizona, USA, Age 16
That morning
I remember waking early, just as the sun was spreading itself across
the sky, like butter on toast. It was a very beautiful sunrise over
sea, and I watched it in its entirety for it filled me with an oddly
wonderful feeling. I was so taken with the moment that I did not
realize the emotion I felt until later, but I think now it was an
odd mixture of awe, wistfulness, and hope. If it had only been for
that emotion, and that magnificent dawn, I would have remembered
the day just as clearly. As it is, I maintain a powerfully detailed
picture of the moment, frozen in my thoughts forever. I glance back
on it now sometimes, as one flips through a book in search of a
particular illustration; it is now, though, only bittersweet.
I know I slept again after daybreak, for the next thing I remember
is disaster. The ship’s sudden jerk starboard, followed by
the shouts of the captain for crew, roused me from my peace. All
round me, slumbering men were disturbed with the shrill sounds of
despair. “What’s happened?” I muttered groggily
to myself. “What’s happened?” Nobody answered
me, but I saw soon enough.
The ship had plowed right into a coral reef, and there was a huge
gash in the bow. Water was ripping angrily through the hole in a
torrent of sand; quickly, so quickly, the ocean’s lining came
bursting through the damning portal. I joined the men bailing, but
it was only a fool’s task. The water was vicious, and so was
the sand; it whipped all around us, so that we could barely tell
fore from aft. Wood was groaning and already weakened with age;
the weight of gushing ocean threatened to demolish our precious
timber. It was hopeless; I was hopeless. I fled with a vision of
rosy skies behind my lidded eyes.
The water was bitter, chilling to the very soul. I struggled vainly
against the current. Sand choked my every sense, it flooded my vision;
it filled my mouth; it folded me into its embrace and threatened
to swallow me whole. I believe I was walking through water upside
down, my body buried in the grainy deeps, struggling through death
into eternity. I remembered a song. “Bury me out in the lonely
sea that I never may leave thee, O cruelest misery….”—my
favorite song. What irony, I thought.
I felt the sand shift underneath me, or through me, or into me.
The world was shifting; the world was sand. My heart was sand and
it was blowing away. I saw the blushing sky again, and I cried out
in overwhelming grief. “I love you!” I screamed mutely.
“Oh, I love you!” I smiled, euphoric then, and opened
my mouth to greet my mistress. She flooded my lungs, she flooded
my mouth, she surged all round me, and gently opened my eyes, and
brushed the sand off my face, and clothed me, and fed me forever.
She sang to me angel’s songs and turned the skies pink once
more, and she loved me patiently, for she knew it would be quite
some time before I was released from the cold grips of the watery
depths.
She was dawn, and I was alive, wistful, awestruck, hopeful.
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