I’ll never find that winter, that snow dazed
And humbled city, that apartment-ship
That sailed the blinding whiteness as we gazed
Awestruck into each other, reached its slip
Our vessel, anchored safely in between
Two piers – before and after, lies unseen
The land that harbors us the way we used
To be, the gifts we get come with a price
Like all the others I have been refused
A second first time – no one enters twice
The same beginning, I will never find
That very winter, but as seasons bind
Our moments into years, when it’s just right –
The light, when all around is déjà vu
I glimpse a ship that travels through the white
Thick mist of memory, I see the two
Oblivious crewmen, happy and insane…
I feel that I am found and whole again.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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