The Harbour
Jul 03, 2022
1 minute
by Nina Mingya Powles
the fact is the falling.
the dream is the tree
—Lucille Clifton
1. Always the same coast, always the same sea
When I look out the train window there are whales insidetouch the surface, the sea pulls away. When the whales reach the shore, I run.When I look into their eyes, they blink. I call out for help but no one answers.I try to cover their bodies with my own body. I try to drag the sea back overthem. The fact is the running. The dream is the sea.
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