Poem: Flight

Excerpt from Four: “Dear Dad”


I clutched the canvas

Laced tightly around the wheel,

Which was almost too wide

For the span of my chubby little arms.


Toes curled, clutching the deck

I peered out over the waves

Eyes just barely able

To gaze beyond the bow.


I couldn’t even see the land

The ocean spread for miles all around

I closed my eyes and I could still

See it, smell it, taste it


When I opened them again

I couldn’t believe that I

Was steering, I

Was moving this whole boat, I


Had never felt closer

To flight.


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