Zach Gilkey

The Wave

January 28, 2026

Waves crash into ancient timbers A creak is heard for miles The vessel lurches on— A crest rises in the distance Towering over the horizon Making the ship A toy in a child’s bath As the ship climbs the wave Water flows against Twisting the wood like a pretzel Beams burst into splinters The crew grasping at the remains Praying for a rescue That will never come