Deja vu – Sailing

Sailing so close to your shore,

navigating by stars

that fell through dreams,

and burning arcs of light

that spanned the impossible.

 

When first this chart was drawn

I missed them completely,

the sharp rocks and shallows

between my battered boat

and distant orchestras of you.

 

Then it was a fair wind on the sea.

Mermaids danced for me as I set sail.

My canvas swelled like swans

and nothing choked my passage

to your anemone arms,

your oyster thighs.

 

Now,

within reach,

I am scuppered.

 

Throw a rope

or wade out among these salty teeth,

take my prow,

guide me home.

 

photograph and poem by clinock.

Deja vu = edited redux from 2013.

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