Remembrance...

Twilight now, we reach the shore

and raise the oaring high
move like dark familiar ghosts
against a grainy sky

We draw the boat upon the beach

ignite its brittle bones
and breathe the ash of smoldered wood
our shattered link to home

We claim a small deserted rock

proud kings upon the shore
and rule a dense, secluded patch
of ocean’s level floor

And here we build a craggy nest

a dream among the sea
an island in a salted flood
a white eternity.