Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Latest poem: Wavebourne

To sail an ocean.
Take the old way,
the slow way
across the sphere.
Take in its scale,
unshrunk by flight,
sail for days and
not see another ship.
See the stars as
Columbus, Cook and Magellan
would have seen them,
distant candles
pinned in place by ancient orbits.
Feel the pull of the moon
in swell and tide,
translated through your feet.
Take a little salt in the lungs,
spray in the hair,
wonder in which key the waves sing.
Take breakfast at the table
nearest the sunrise
watching the wake of where you’ve been,
Think about how to start the next chapter
of your future history.


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