The tide turns
and the boat, no longer tethered,
churns a wake.
With leeward winds
abounding riches, a wait.
“Look” says she,
“that is where I was.
This, now, is where I’m going,
where the broad, flat earth
sprawls herself shamelessly under
the weighty horizon.”
So with constancy and dependence,
breeze on cue and love in the hull,
the water rubs her belly
and she leans toward an open sea.