I spent October building the boat
that would catch big wind and slide
me into some warm and waiting harbor.

Halfway across the water, I stepped
into its body and found that I could wade,
wet to my thighs with a strong tide to push me.

The distance between who I am and who
I almost am is either the Atlantic or the Charles,
and I will stand on its other side and watch my boat

11/26/2007

Author's Note: a reminder.

Posted on 11/26/2007
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