A House like a Ship
       

I live in a house like a ship
      at times on land, at times on ocean.
I will myself into existence
      surrender, invite grace in.
I heed the call of the siren.
      On the phantom ship
I don't know if I'm wave
      or cloud, undine or seagull.
Lashed by winds, I cling tight to the mast.
      Few return from the journey.
I now wear the memory of nothingness
      a piece of white sail wrapped like second skin.

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Copyright © 2018 Hélène Cardona All rights reserved
from Life in Suspension
Salmon Poetry
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission