Katherine Waudby

The Sharing

Scraps of cloth float felted,
joined in one mind –
to hold the deep-bobbing boat up
by its gunwale.
Five hundred wind-whipped prayers,
fogged, and splashed on cracked lips.
Half closed eyes glazed with salt spray on chipped paint.
Retching swells rib-crash your splintered sleep.
Day after day.

Let’s say:
Your endurance is over.
Welcome.

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