Poetry / Poets

After the Harbor by John Swain

Like scattered ships
after the harbor,
I dreamt that I saw
the ice oceans far,
I climbed over rocks
in the huge surf
lit by coupling fish.
Night morning rain
like the vague place
apart we must stay.
Welts of the matches
form at my thumb
while I keep staring
at your face shaded
under a brown hood
with a slight smile
at the winter fence.
Darkness gave me
the patience to serve
the onward learning
in lack and unworth
until this walking
kills me like the sea.
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