A Little Boat, My Heart

A little boat, my heart,
Curved gothic to its bow
From starboard and from port,
To plow an ocean’s row,


To turn the slightest waves
Brief furrows, to expose
The undersea, a spray
Of foam, a path to lose


Across the sea astern,
A dip and sweep of oars,
Cut circles that become
Skin smooth and disappear.


My heart, a little boat
Set on your waves of skin
That on my voyage out
I cross to cross again


A sea of passages
To India, a rise
And fall of tides.  It is
Moon driven. From your eyes


Glances like quick fishes
Leaping, circles that part
Still water round, kisses,
A little boat, my heart.

Shore Lines, 2012