William Bibby


A Poem for June

Friday, 4 Jun 2021


We halt here, six days sail
west of the Azores, brought up by a sigh,
and we feel the Ocean climb
as though we lie at the foot of a shallow incline.

Our silver yacht becalmed beneath a pearl sky  
silk stillness saturated with its heat
and so it was we swam
two thousand clicks from land.

Weightless, tethered to shadows,
each of us a perfect identity that has no name,
in this terrible isolation, we splash and laugh,
closely circling our delicate craft
anchored to a life we no longer need explain.

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