Poetry

Halfway There (Sandcastle 3.07)

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Halfway there.

The stars
upside down
above the shore,
also screaming
in silence.

Such need.

Rowing, rowing,
still halfway there.
That tree
with nameless patience
is the greatest authority,
a broken bone
in the rock,
not a lighthouse.

A dark pillar.

A shadow
before the tapestry
of stars.

We row
across the sky,
sending ripples
across galaxies,
Moon’s eye
watching
from below
like a crystal
doorknob
leading to another world.

Halfway there.

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