On A Boat to the Horizon


I’m careful not to breathe
Like I do on land.
I’ve replaced my blood
With saltwater, and borrowed
The eyes and ears of an albatross.
Shades of blue surround me,
Sounds from the elements
Paint my inner landscape,
Spirits as old as earth sing hymns
To celebrate the moment’s milk.

Rain begins like a game of chess.
I play against the ocean,
Whose moves show me her secrets,
The tremendous reach of her thoughts,
The rooms in which she sleeps
And awakens, the dress of coral reefs
She’ll wear tomorrow.
With each move I become her,
Wild and liquid, cold only from a distance
Moving through the seasons holding a pen.

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