Poetry by
Brittney Schoonebeek.
Photo by Donnali Peters.

Wind 

You couldn't carry me from here. 

My feet are securely anchored 
to the most voluptuous and steady boat
you'll ever know, 

my mind a captain 
with no appetite for fear. 

My heart is in the cabin, 
making love with the idea 
that this voyage will never end, 

and my soul is in the water, 
alone, swimming far away 
from you and my boat, 

considering only the language 
of shifting waters and where to next.


 
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