TO RECALIBRATE THIS
STRETCH OF EARTH
Never being called by what was
was never true, the eyes of the
insatiable voyager keep scanning
the horizon. Sextant and compass,
all as one; rolling seas rolling on.
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Not sure of myself either, I stand
on board the roiling deck and scan
ahead for land. Not twigs and branches
mind you, I mean land. The crazy
deckmate stares high to the sky; ten
thousand stars slide by.
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He says he learned to speak at age 3
and can remember being born. He
has from age 5 every memory. I just
let him talk - too many long nights
at sea?
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We play dominoes, but I curse his
wily ways. Games are not sport for
me. The dark night engulfs, and I
re-encounter land. The only place
I'd ever wish to be.
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