Sublime

from Eileen Myles:

I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life—not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again.

🧊

Hello friend, nautical traveler
On a river flowing in between dreaming eyes,
I've found you suddenly,
Surrendering to wondrous, compulsive ritual,
The very wind caught by your sails tickles and grinds the land below

Perched atop the icy tower,
We see where the path divides,
And we know not what we will find, but we are learning to seek

-seawaters

I wish that I could travel to______________.

In a place called lost, strange things are found.