Cami de Cavalls stage 1, July 2018 — photograph by Ben Weinberg

Tucked in dreams, I sailed the night.
Ports far flung I called upon,
lighted for a time, passed on.
Through the hull’s thin walls,
I heard the murmur of the universal sea,
the rush of time and space in motion,
and me, alone, carried onward
by tides and winds of light.

Such is the way we pass our nights,
and call it sleep.
From time to time, I stir
find you close, hear your breath,
embark again.
Knowing, the long and fragile thread
that ties us so we may sail,
as bright as kites against the sear blue sky.

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.

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