Our New, Little Ships

  
Dedicated to @nataliehscott and those with whom she works.

In our new, little ships

we will carry ourselves

over two flaming tides. 

 

For we burn with the memory

of the child in the tide. 

 

Our spirit is not national.

We do not count, with parochial parsimony,

the degrees of separation between the hearth

and the dark cold without. 

 

For we are seared by the memory

of the child in the tide. 

 

From our new, little ships

we will throw ourselves:

and be determined jetsam. 

 

For we have shared salt from our memories

of the child in the tide. 

 

Our new spirit is universal:

as real as the wall of this tent

and the cold on both sides. 

 

PS. Read this.

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