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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