Daughter

she sails so far away
no wind but some initial
impe­tus when we first walked
and rocked
her cry­ing back to peace
guides her
or so I pride myself

my shoul­der beach
her head a sea
(moon and a silent ebbing)
a shift­ing bor­der and
most per­fect joining
build­ing at noon or in
the star fled morning
oh such a love­ly city
to which she sails

or so I pride myself