In the snapshot, you are smiling,
the great uncle I knew for only a few years;
yet I keep your photographs,
together with Neptune’s and Davy Jones’
endorsement of your initiation
into the solemn mysteries of the deep.
Seven years to the day before my mother’s birth,
you sat on a boat bound for Padang
with your diver’s suit and aqualung,
and a smile that I remember among
faces I could never know.
As a child, I imagined you diving
with mermaids, serpents
and other creatures of the sea,
the glass in your helmet like a TV.
I kept a few of the treasures
you brought home from Japan:
the Damascene necklace
with the butterfly
that reminds me
of days gone by.
But the green silk kimono
with the painted blossoms
was lost in the undertow
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Treasure
Sumana is our host for this week’s treasure of a midweek motif.