Chapel of St. Gildas, Brittany, France
This body has been set adrift without a sail
to keep the wind reigned in, like sleek galloping
horses, their metal shoes clicking along
the glass of the water. How will these hands,
these legs, these lungs like unopened buds
ever reach home? This is the sea, the wide
open blue, the body of salt that keeps us afloat.
Who knew our hearts were so buoyant?
If only I could remember how to float
back to where I came from. I was not born
on a wave, or from the sun rising over
this troubled ocean. I want to know where
the map fades away and how I arrived
without a compass in uncharted waters.
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