The Ship - Kiran Leonard

When again will your spirits align in our company?

When the ship, in darkness, arrives at the threshold, bowing like sands

Whose breath can give permission to strangeness?

Which of our steps infects or finds?

Your pathways are blessed

The waves crest

Boats roam

I hear the sound of the wind at my temples, groping the shore

The sea gasps;

the land respires

The ship bends in the crossfire like wires