The Ship by Duane Vorhees

THE SHIP

Oh, the mariner is like the moon;
perfect the once in the month
when my land concedes to your sea.

Our boat was, before, a forest,
leaves like sails, winds
like a petrel’s exhale.

Anchored by a stone that once
hugged earth, like mom and son.

And the sea, the sea. The basket
of stars upside-downed, so all
its flowers scatter everywhere.

*This poem is inspired by a Dali painting

About the Poet:

Duane Vorhees is an American poet in Thailand. He is the author of THE MANY LOVES OF DUANE VORHEES; HEAVEN; GIFT: GOD RUNS THROUGH ALL THESE ROOMS;  MEMORIES ARE LINKED LIKE OASES; A CONSIDERABLE SHARE OF FELICITY: and THE WOMB AND THE BRAIN. He has taught various subjects in the US, Korea, and Japan and has dabbled in dishwashing, lifeguarding, acting, modeling, broadcasting, journalism, door-to-door sales, tool room management, and other activities.