A Fish, All Along
Kate,
I am no solitary soul.
But I am awake now;
I’ve read your words over
And over, they court me
As the prickling chill of port air
sweeping in vessles of promise.
I am no solitary soul
But I hear the sea calling,
A wing wrapped in wind,
My mind, an eye above
The north star–a certanty.
Guide as sails do, I will follow, now
With sea-legs, now double breasted
Now, with the horizon infinate,
The shore lost at sea.
–ECW
