A Poem For Friday


“Transmarine” by Carol Moldaw:

An open hull nudging reeds and sand,
she kept to herself the pleasure he provoked,
the undercurrent dimpling as he stroked,
and drifted, slackly moored under his hand.
Turning to him, she let him loose the knot,
drop the rope, and push his foot against
the pier to lift her free. Her muscles tensed;
he took her like a sail the wind had caught
and guided her until she guided him,
and when they were no place that either knew,
where sky and sea and shadow echoed blue,
they plunged—and were knocked back at the world’s rim.

(From So Late, So Soon: New and Selected Poems © 2010 by Carol Moldaw. Used by permission of Etruscan Press. Photo by Nikos Koutoulas)