a hallway to row like a sea—
Give me a berth and the green-
ribboned bookmark of coast
jutting up where before
there was nothing but empty
sky, to say I have arrived—
after months without fresh
water, months without oranges,
months without letters
tied to the backs of
homing birds.
[LAG-other-response date=”08 28 2013″ url=”https://www.vianegativa.us/2013/08/bequest-2/” title=”Via Negativa: Bequest”]