You offer two corners of the sheet
we fold over and over and over again
and then in the middle we meet.
-Darren Hanlon.
Surely Odysseus could not have had a better ship
A grander sending off than this?
The sail unfurls
Transparent cotton
throws and scatters
chips of sun
on our bare feet.
We shall sail out into the day
each to work assigned
journeying through seas
Delighting in the waves
Chasing horizons and
Meeting our storms.
But in this moment we moor
set anchor
stay afloat
on shore.
You take two corners
And I the others.
The air whistles softly
Over our eiderdown harbour.
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