A House Like a Ship
I live in a house that’s 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.
Whipped by winds, I hang 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.
“A House Like a Ship” is from Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016).