deepen

 
 
the man knows the ledges
thick in his blood since birth

september

month when the southwest wind
begins to speak another tongue
we put ourselves on the line

courage

i went away a week
the land of enchantment called me
things changed
the island's emptied out
no more activities
summer people gone

out here
i come home to myself

rocking on a deep ocean swell
i witness a deer caravan at the northeastern tip of jewell's
slowly weaving through a rocky passage all lit by early morning sun

on the water
we are alive like no other place
skating on thin ice
so close to an edge

it's the island
and what's beyond the island

against any kind of common sense
we crave it

surrendering

day after day
no longer makers of our own fates

we serve some other mistress
we cannot name


 
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