Adrift

In mid-lake,
noonday sun,
bobbing on waves
adrift.

Motor conked
out, no oars
to paddle to shore.
Adrift.

Cruisers speed
past, set us
rocking, helpless
adrift.

Three drunken
fishermen
throw a line, tow
us, waterlogged
driftwood beached
ashore.









Clarence Wolfshohl has been active in the small press as writer and publisher for nearly fifty years. He has published poetry and non-fiction in many journals, both print and online, most recently, the e-chapbook Scattering Ashes (Virtual Artists Collective, 2016). Wolfshohl lives in the suburbs of Toledo, Missouri, with his dog and cat.