Friday, December 11, 2009

Friday, December 11, 2009: Nicolas Evariste, "The Passenger"

Sea Legs

From land to water,
the body must account for motion.
Beneath the boat,
the sea churns, a roiling, lunar
terrain. Its beat
crawls through you, adjusts your bones
within their limbs.
These movements read as uncertainty,
tremors, the shakes.
But deep inside the trembling is
a trust in the rhythm
of approaching ocean. Lean your weight
against ship against water,
and wade into disorientation.

1 comment

  1. "Its beat crawls through you, adjusts your bones within their limbs." ~ Wonderful lines in this poem!

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