Toward an open sea

sailing ship








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.




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