To Get To You

House of Heart

In this dream my arms
are the branches of trees
and you are my nourishment.
Cut me down to a boat.
My spine is a sturdy keel
my hair a furl of sails in

the dark sky of uncertainty.

A lighthouse is my only lamp
the stars held captive in your hand.

If the sea does not capitulate
red sails cast into a cleft
too wide for me to cross,
I was trying to get to you.

Art from Getty

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