10.02.2013

sailing on lake superior by kirsten dierking

before us now the edge of the earth,
below us the nearly endless cold.
around us nothing but shimmering
water,
the miles of empty and sparkling blue.

for a few hours, the sail fills on
toward infinity. shadows of
our delicate bodies ebb and flow
across the deck of our delicate boat.

what if the beautiful days, the good
and pacific temperate moments,
weren't just lovely, but everything?
what if i could let it all fall away
in the wake, that ache to extract
meaning from vastness?

let us suffice; the ease of thinking
it all goes on, whether we're here
to see it or not. the splashing waves,
the suntipped gulls arcing across 
the radiant world. 

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