Warbly glow,
I am there—below,
below, so low under the depths
of the crushing sea.
See? How I whimper
with light? My moss-worn
tresses and the detritus
of my weary, creaking panels
sway and squeak for recognition.

Sailors, though I am sunken too
let me still help guide you home,
to light, to comfort,
to a sense of ease. Please,
if you cannot climb out of your storm,
your trench, your lowest low,
hunker down in the hole with me
and I will do my all
to keep you warm
with my company.

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Mahailey Oliver holds an MA in English from Stephen F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches, Texas. She teaches English at both a college and a high school in Texas. When she is not reading and writing, she enjoys camping, hammocking, and stargazing. Her work has recently appeared in A Puissant Mind Press, A Curious Moon, and Cherrypicked Magazine. To read more of her work, peruse her author website: https://sites.google.com/view/mahaileyoliver