June 30th
In the rain-fuzzed distance,
coursing towards us - a ferry.
Splitting the sky and sea seam, go-between for unchosen shores.
We’re servants of the moon, clients to the tide, brushing up always against fathomlessness. But a ferry shuttles back and forth our wonder and uproar for what counts as forever.
In the rain-fuzzed distance,
coursing towards us - a ferry.
Splitting the sky and sea seam, go-between for unchosen shores.
We’re servants of the moon, clients to the tide, brushing up always against fathomlessness. But a ferry shuttles back and forth our wonder and uproar for what counts as forever.