Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Harbour Poem

The horizon is always a run on line,
running along, running away.

The line falls over
when we sail too far -

at which point we depart
from furrowed fields

and swing beneath
watered melon skies,

searching across all the spans
of golden oceans

for a hand to hold
that feels like our own.


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