You try to imagine
the deck of a liner
prior to luminous embarkation:
the voyage you've long awaited
to lands unknown,
an end to trepidation.
All the souls you've ever loved
have come to the quay
to bid you God speed:
as you'll only be
away for a while,
it seems strange that they
are weeping.
Abschied
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2012
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