Halfway There (Sandcastle 3.07)


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
from below
like a crystal
leading to another world.

Halfway there.