Thursday, January 17, 2008

The ghost-boat rocks more slowly today.
Could this be a metaphor for my life
of the past four years? That I'm only
just now noticing the rocking because
I'm no longer on that vessel plunging
headlong over the falls? That I've become
so accustomed to thirty-foot swells
continually battering my hull?
I've reached the shore, at last.

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