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Unlost

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on February 1, 2023| 7 Comments »


 
The day is a rudderless path
and still I cling to star charts,
to maps. As if knowing
a destination is synonymous
with purpose. If the wind
should steal the maps,
would I rush to make them anew?
I say there is beauty
in the drift, yet I keep
carving new oars.
I am learning to love
what a day is.
Sometimes, I trust
what is here.

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At the Edge of a Wild Sea

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 8, 2022| 2 Comments »


 
 
I step into the boat.
You offer me an oar.
Thank you, but sweetheart,
what I really want
is to be in the boat
with no oars
and you.

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That Beautiful Day

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , on October 12, 2022| 7 Comments »




Memory of sitting by the river,
you taking my picture,
the leaves around us
already changing—
you were happy that day,
camera in hand,
no hint of sorrow,
no augury of grief.
Oh, that beautiful day.
I fold it in half,
run my finger down the crease,
unfold it, rotate it ninety degrees
and fold it in half again.
In six more steps,
I’ve folded it neatly into a boat.
Someday, perhaps,
I will float it down the river.
Today, I tuck it
into my mind’s back pocket.
When I need to, I touch it,
run my fingers along the folds.
It carries me along
the current.

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Missing My Dad

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on April 24, 2021| 2 Comments »

I hate riding in boats,
the way it makes
my body want to turn
inside out, hate the way
my body rocks for hours
after I’m back on land.
But I love the way
my father’s hands
rest on the wheel,
the way his eyes
scan the waves,
the easy slope
of his shoulders.
He’s so himself,
so whole, so someone
who I’m glad to know.
Standing on shore,
I wave at his boat,
as he points it
toward the deep.
He waves back
and smiles
with great love.
There are many
kinds of oceans—
time is one.
I hate the distances
we keep.

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One Wild Ride

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on April 26, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

inside the heart

is a river bank full

and a boat

with no oars

no map

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Throw Away the Anchor

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 31, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

This is the poem

in which we kick off our boots

and leap barefoot into the boat

and sail away toward the half moon,

singing as we go, eating ripe peaches,

sipping starlight with eager tongues,

and we know it’s a poem

because in real life

I would be sea sick

and vomiting,

but as it is,

all I can do

is smile.

 

 

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On Average Sixty Percent Water

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on March 1, 2015| 4 Comments »

I deserve better
said the lock to the oar.
You never thank me
for holding you close.

I deserve more
said the oar to the boat.
You never praise
how I move you along.

I deserve warmth
said the boat to the river
you are always so cold,
so cold.

And the river said nothing,
nothing at all
and it kissed the earth
as it flowed.

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Matter of Time

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on December 29, 2014| 2 Comments »

In the boat
how could she know,
fixed as she was
upon the waves,
about the leakage,
small and slow
and of the sharks
that swam below—
she had hungers,
too, and so
toward distant shores
she rowed, she rowed
not noticing
the water cold
around her feet
and how it rose
I think about
her bailing.

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