All night the wind filled with snow howls against our walls.
What happens to the animals,
or people still outside
I do not know.

Small ship on a vast ocean our house sails alone through the gale.
Carries us fretting to the borders of morning,
the furnace and the radio
land ahoy.



7 thoughts on “Ark

    1. Thank you, Frances, I’m very glad that worked for you. I know we both like the ‘full circle’ and I was happy to find ‘land ahoy’ in my brain.


  1. So tightly and beautifully crafted. Love it. The whole thing. But especially enchanted with this line: “Carries us fretting to the borders of morning” – gorgeous.


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