Thursday, December 19, 2013

The first storm

For every nautical mile advanced in the dark
I am the captain of a new paper boat.

Because I am often unable
to tell merak from polaris,

I move my heart farther south
in the cartesian plane.

Then I falter, I am reminded
these are not my waters,

I am far from home,
I wouldn't survive the first storm. 

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