Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Ships Set Out

Ships Set Out

Ships set out to cross oceans
with maps that ended. This was the edge
of the world with saltwater draped atop it,
unbounded as sky. Months of this,
years of this, the heading-toward-ness,
and still, the crew worked and ate
and slept and conversed. If nowhere else,
here was land, an island, a shore.

2 comments:

  1. I enjoyed this poem and the link to Matt Kish's art work, a wonderful project!

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