by Gwyneth Lewis
I knew I should never have gone below
but I did, and the fug of bilges and wood
caught me aback. The sheets of my heart
snapped taut to breaking, as a gale
stronger than longing filled the sail
inside me. To be shot of land
and its woodsmoke! To feel the keel
cold in a current! To see the mast
inscribing the water like a restless pen
writing a fading wake! It’s true
I’m ruined. Not even peace will do
to keep me ashore now. Not even you.
Robin's Nest 