Wednesday, July 22, 2020

lost at sea

I have unmanned the oars
on this dinghy of ours
in these valleys and troughs
of seas we toss

Between our small boat
and the sky, like a game
we play catch
as catch can, tossing
carefree and shameless
in easy free grace,
caring not
where we rise,
caring not where
we fall

Except each other's eyes.
If we drown,
we will know
we'll just sink
so deep in

where we've found
we belong, getting lost
would be win.

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