by
Kathryn A. Kopple
From the shore, we look and say, "There!" and point out there, using our hands to commute unfathomable latitudes into the discrete anatomy of mast and skiff, ship and seabird, lighthouse and rockcliff. All the vocabulary of summer objects and all the wide sky for a backdrop. We make of it a little picture, a keepsake of the Cape, that we can pocket.
The always going sea
The fate of unanchored things
Found and then lost again
André Derain
Credits: This poem was originally published in Contemporary Haibun Online in 2009.
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