Startling Poetry: Voyage

Voyage by Carmen Tafolla

I was the fourth ship.
          Behind Niña, Pinta, Santa María,
          Lost at sea while watching a seagull,
          Following the wind and sunset skies,
          While the others set their charts.

 

I was the fourth ship.
          Breathing in salt and flying with clouds,
          Sailing moonbreezes and starvision nights,
          Rolling into the wave and savoring its lull,
          While the others pointed their prows.

 

I was the fourth ship.
          Playfully in love with the sea,
          Eternally entwined with the sky,
          Forever vowed to my voyage,
          While the others shouted “Land.”

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