Dear Insides Will You Be My Boat
Once, I knew a thought.
A miracle of round—
circumference
smooth & edgeless. Then I
found its ocean, hidden
on the other side of grief.
It was blue & blue
round & round & edgeless too
I dove. There was no end
to water.
Such thoughts
wash my insides out. Leave
a trail of finprints.
Float. Flutter. Kick. Up.
I want that boat that wants me.
Lindsay Rockwell’s work explores the shared landscape of poetry and the sacred. She’s recently published, or forthcoming in Poetry Northwest, Poet Lore, Tupelo Quarterly, RADAR, SWWIM every day, among others. Her collection, GHOST FIRES, was published by Main Street Rag, April 2023. www.lindsayrockwell.
Published originally in The Orchards Poetry Journal.