Today’s #VerseLove prompt is to take inspiration from travel. I knew which travel I wanted to write about – when I stayed in Sandusky, Ohio while my son was in the hospital there. I remember how otherworldly it felt being out one morning on a kayak. Not gonna lie: this poem WRESTLED me.
Drifting
A crystal morning
on Lake Erie:
I float,
an island unto myself
among islands,
pondering, amid
turtles and eagles and dragonflies,
how this time,
these moments: they are
breath and sustenance,
and I have
left the world behind, save
the kayak time limit
my son’s hospital visiting hours
phone calls,
phone calls,
and the phone calls:
and trappings
of life
I consider
how we are all
archipelago:
islands cultivated
or bridged
or isolated
how the
difference
between being
untethered
and unmoored
is how we feel
about the hand
at the end of our rope.
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