Debra Marquart

BUOY

And so you came to realize that a married man
is like a drowning victim, when you find him

drenched, adrift and unhappy in the vast ocean
of his marriage. And you are always the first

to spot him, a floating speck on the horizon,
flapping his arms for rescue, desperate mouth

ringing an o above the rolling crests and waves.
You on the high dry deck of the cruise ship

in your espadrilles and crisp white shorts,
aren’t you the beacon, aren’t you the life preserver.

And when you jump into the sea salt foam,
if only for a refreshing swim, you understand

that he will seize upon you, strong buoyant
swimmer that you are, grab your shoulders,

pull your head under with his weight, so dense
in the water. And down among the reefs

and coral, with your new copper-coin eyes,
you will see then how he rides on the shoulders

of his water-breathing sea horse wife,
and his mermaid mistresses, those water nymph

former lovers, and whole tag-team pyramid
of three-breasted women who have tried

over the years to save him. Even then,
next time, when you see another one

go under, does it give you pause,
does it stop you from jumping in—

no, not once, not ever.

–2007 Rattle Poetry Prize Honorable Mention

§ 4 Responses to “Buoy” by Debra Marquart

• Tim says:

  July 3, 2008 at 7:33 pm

  Just testing the comments. Nice poem!

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• Gabrielle LeMay says:

  July 4, 2008 at 4:39 pm

  Wow–this poem moves along like a rip tide, cinematic and fierce, and real and true. I, also, have spent serious time gasping underwater clinging to HIM…and I could not have painted a more accurate portrait of the swim. Brava.

  Gabrielle LeMay

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• Tim says:

  July 4, 2008 at 4:49 pm

  Our first real commenter in the new format! Thanks Gabrielle, glad you enjoyed the poem.

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• LaTonya says:

  July 17, 2008 at 4:50 am

  This was an excellant depiction of real-life situations. While reading the poem, I thought of a dear friend of mine with the exact same adventure. Very well written!

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