Poetry
1 min
Peninsula
Rachel Loughlin
Did I imagine you
Like lonely children
Conjure friends
To come bleary beside
When the whole house is sleeping
When no one else ever
Set the alarm in the dark
To stand in the low breakers
intent watching the horizon
For the first kindling
Of impossible light
Seeing me
Like I was made of the same fire
But willed into being
Because I so badly
Needed it to be true
Always rising and setting
On separate shores
Of the same ocean
A thin scrawl of sand between
Easily flooded by every storm
But asking that
Even if we had to build
A house on stilts
Above always rising tides
Even if it didn't last
That this view:
A mere hour
Of incandescence
Would be worth It
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