Gosh. (12 + 5)

Hello, little person!

 

 

Freight

I am the ship in which you sail,
little dancing bones,
your passage between the dream
and the waking dream,
your sieve, your pea-green boat.
I’ll pay whatever toll your ferry needs.
And you, whose history’s already charted
in a rope of cells, be tender to
those other unnamed vessels
who will surprise you one day,
tug-tugging, irresistible,
and float you out of your depth,
where you’ll look down, puzzled, amazed.

Maura Dooley

 

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