Saturday, March 29, 2014

Any Sailor Ever Born




The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton






As brave as any sailor ever born, he casts off to unknown shores 
and remembers her final kiss, tender upon his breath - 
they haul swirled ropes and stow away necessities for this voyage; 

he carries her heart wherever he goes 
and knows to protect it from any savagery the rugged rocks might render, 
the monsters he might meet amid the fogbound seas

his frigate dances gaily upon the water, finally freed from its moorings - 
the wind whistles at his back, surrendering to this desire to go forth, 
to discover mysteries as they unfold beneath his weathered gaze 

his sharp eyes take in everything the horizon has to offer 
as he recalls her contented sighs against his thick chest, 
how her tears seeped through the cloth into his flesh, 
sinking far deeper than any unmeasured fathoms 

he has an ancient compass, a sturdy wheel to guide him 
and knows which stars will bring him back 
into the intrigue of her smile.