Borealis
it is the prow of the boat
that speaks to me
creaks and groans
water being sliced in two
language of journey
lies restlessly
in an intertidal flow
like a nautical inner voice
moving my compass
seaward: seaward
toward the salt water
and a northerly current
bearing this fragile body
into the deep unknown
into a dreaming borealis
Pamela Olson, 7/20/09
For One Single Impression’s
prompt, “inner voice”
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