The Sea Lion Who Saved The Boy Who Jumped From the Golden Gate
The Sea Lion Who Saved The Boy Who Jumped From the Golden Gate
1.
All my slippery-slick dark life,
whether at sea with a raft
of sisters and brothers,
or on rocks
sprawled in a colony,
I’ve loved the water.
Sometimes
in the depths
I’ll sleep,
then wake
to break
through water’s skin
to look at stars —
swallowing them with my eyes.
I’ve loved tunneling
twisting
turning
celebrating
the impossible freedom
of having no choice
but to be who I am.
2.
When the boy came
falling
sinking
he prayed from such
depth
his prayer changed
the water—
turned on the lights in my cells.
I circled him underneath,
bumping him upwards.
again
again
and each time
he found air
his gasp
was a rusted knife, rising
from his throat.
I didn’t know he’d come
on a bus where
he’d made
a deal with himself:
if one other rider
showed him kindness
he wouldn’t jump.
It was raining.
The Coast Guard came
on the boat with the headlight,
the two men saying
Jesus Christ!
it’s a goddamn kid again!
And they pulled him up out of the water.