Leaving Muddas

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

To stand astern a departing boat
And watch your home drift away,
Scrawny stilts, roofs and crooked windows;
To watch a million shards of light multiply
Between you and the vanishing landmarks:
Belfry, tower and mountain sink
Into the thin line of blue infinity;
To feel the heave, the oceanic sigh
Of the morning sea, awake of fleecy foams
In pursuit, like the memory
Of an invincible childhood, on and on
Beyond Tara and Siganggang,
on till windward
And the kiss of inscrutable fortune,
When the bow pivots northeast
And you come upon Lugus Island,
Its bend of ancient crags,
forlorn, precipitous.
Over the spindrift
Of the wind-wracked breakers,
The sea hawks hover in lament,
A fierce, quotidian cry,
Foreboding nothing, simply announcing:
Another island, another destiny.

 

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