Now I am confounded in all things.
What things fit so perfectly inside this moment?
These stately ships over the see
Will live in memory.
Listen to me, listen.
You have dared a fearful thing.
With what gladness
Terrible enough
to break my heart?
Wishes
They stand close
to the brink of grief.
Well, what is that star
That moves across the sky?
These, our ships —
With their
Mother
wings
Is not this sorrow
My grave
and my monument?
My spirit.
facing the light
And alive.
All of these are about 4 1/2 x 6 inches.
red paper boat 