Isle Au Haut, D. Nurkse
1
I spent that August in your mind
arguing with your thoughts,
proving to you the sea was salty,
the sun fiery—your no
I could undo by suffering,
your maybe was like twilight,
I could not counter it.
2
Flinty bluff with a bird
flying laboriously against a wind
we could not feel—how it tormented me
not to know the name:
osprey, merganser, jaeger …
3
We were so close we could communicate
just by the whine of a gnat, and sleep
only when the sea fell silent.
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This reminds me of last summer. August was a hard month for us, but the beach always brought us back. What is it about the ocean that pulls us in and washes us clean? I think I am ready for the new year now.
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