boats

1
Consider an edible rice paper project -
boats embellished with
gold leaf
sails.

2
Deliverance from pride
begins with the
wisdom of sameness.
Imagine broken, mended
paper boats.

3
Ship are repaired
in Great Lake yards
while shards of wreck
lie at the bottom of
Michigan.

(and others)

4
In Vinjeøra, Norway
they found 2 boats,
one nested in another.
The smaller held
a woman with round brooches,
an Irish cross,
pearls,
two pairs
of scissors,
weaver's tools,
a cow's head.

5
Auðumbla* is
the hornless cow
that Snorlsson
has lick
into existence
the gods.
Imagine 
a boat filled with milk,
upon a 
wine-dark sea.

6
Will a lost boat
find harbor or floor?
More boats die 
than live. 

7
Heaven is a beach
facing east.
Along the edges,
near calm water,
fisherfolk have
boats with painted eyes,
that lie aground 
while their
wet nets dry.

8
I imagine looking out to sea.
At the horizon appears 
a paper and gold
flotilla.
I reach out,
long, long armed,
and draw one after another 
safely to shore.

9
I hear the low of a cow,
a clacking loom.
This morning,
somewhere in the world
children
swam among 
tiny bronzed boats,
that they suddenly 
lifted and hurled
into the sky.

Who knew those boats could fly?


* Auðumbla English = Ow' em bla
                      Danish = Au' them bla 
                   Icelandic = Oi' them ble