Night Swim

by Bradley McIlwain

two
eyes
submerged

half
eclipsed
by shade

peer out
of
concave ledges,

poised

         t
o
r
p
e
d
o

like,
waiting for me to jump
ship —

wading

in that
deep uncomfortable
blue.

Red clouds
threaten
the horizon

Knees, surfboard stiff.

He smiles behind those eyes,
sharks eyes,
savoring the inevitable.