Without words I detach,
drift off like an iceberg
in ocean waters, wading
toward the equator where I
am sure to melt and become
one with the ocean. Words
are my foundation, like a new
Judeo-Christian tradition,
they are the light I turn to
in my dark hours – they are
the next log on the fire,
keeping me warm, holding
back the darkness that tries
to creep from the trees
and devour me whole.
Dana Brown has a Bachelor’s in Creative Writing from Rhode Island College, where he worked on the Shoreline Literary Magazine. His works have been published in StepAway Magazine, Taste Magazine and The 411 Newspapers.
