dear B,
near midnight,
the roiling world
caught its breath.
the buckling ship
steadied herself long enough
to punch through the next wave
head-on right.
you were born in the
breaking.
we caught you
on a debris-scattered deck,
used our teeth to pull shrapnel
and splinters
from our palms. dear baby,
a blessing on your head,
that you grow up sealegged
and shimmymasted
that you will know sunshine
and calm waters. dear baby,
welcome to the ride.
love,
me
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Dane BH
By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
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Comments (1)
This is gorgeous, such lovely language to create such strong imagery.