What is it to be with our longing?*

~ after Remedios Varo, “Find,” 1956

It is a nautilus rounding the shore,
a vessel headed two ways.

It is a swamp overgrown
with neon candelabra.

It is a lighthouse made of steps,
a table set for one in the middle.

It is a rudder sighing
to its own compass beneath the lake.

It is the breath sent up through the spine—
just enough to billow the sails.

*Hari Alluri

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