Another Day

far at sea
in the violent turn
of the waves and silence—
and out there somewhere
the shores of home
 
     *
 
images
built in mist—
footprints
on the journey home
 
     *
 
winds
and roots torn up—
covered in the dress
of a fallen queen
 
     *
 
one blow
and then I’m down—
fallen to
the lightless depths
between the now
of life and eternity
 
     *
 
one and then
the other—
sinking like Cleopatra

Harbor

along the harbor
where green sea goes gray
on an autumn day
 
as it’s turned half winter
now in the sun
and the pairs form
 
of cold light and mannequins
that mouth out with their frozen lips
of something yet to come

Destinations

found along an ancient map
where we sailed in an old, wooden boat

bobbing among the ways
brushing against imagined sea monsters
 
where they roared
and children stared

into the black expanse
guided by the Northern Lights
 

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