Skin Boat

Skin Boat

A skin boat
Rises on the breast
Of an unswum sea
Borne on frozen waves
Yet liquid, into
The quick mercy of the tide.

In a skin boat
He rides the breathing waters,
Swallowed by
The dusk, on a
Cold and golden sea
Where only heat is human.

In a skin boat,
He finds the homeward lights
Extinguished
Upon a sentient
Shadow rising,
To spill her phosphorescent sigh.


Which of us does not thus ride,
Suffering the cold,
Upon a dark tide
In a skin boat.


 

in memory of those lost at sea

 

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