One grain

If this is a victory
then let me
entertain you with
poetry in the aftermath
where
I lose but
who’s never done that
for a bet?

Underwater photography is
not for me, but
I’m sinking in silver and
the moonlight’s a sliver,
like a fish in the river
back home.

Lost again
in a different pain,
but it’s a pain of
a certain strain
that they’ll find a
cure for,
maybe.

and maybe like victory,
are close but never
clear to me,
I wager
that nothing’s for
free.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.