letting it go

[edenesque]

Patagonia, by Kate Clanchy

I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured
a peninsula, wide enough
for a couple of ladderback chairs
to wobble on at high tide. I thought

of us in breathless cold, facing
a horizon round as a coin, looped
in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls
from sea to sun. I planned to wait

till the waves had bored themselves
to sleep, till the last

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[deepacs]

I really like those last few lines - " When I spoke of Patagonia, I meant skies all empty aching blue. I meant years. I meant all of them with you." You can just imagine the bluest skies in the doldrums for days, weeks, years...

[esnetsap]

beautiful, thanks for sharing