I am fearless hugging the bowsprit.
My harness, imprinting my belly,
keeps me safe.
The boat is not moving.
The air plays
with the footropes.
I swing and hug tighter -
safety cuts into my hip bones.
I look around: if this boat had legs
it would never want to touch the bottom.
Now, I am alive in her belly.
My dreams imprint my mind,
they keep me awake.
The boat moves.
The sea swells
around my distant memories;
it upheaves the nutrients
lying deep in the bed,
waiting to be stirred.
I look around: if this womb had a heart
it would never want to sleep.
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