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Rebecca Nison | Little But Blue

I tell you this is how it will be. You will stand at the port, turned toward the sea watching. Your eyes will try to hold me as my boat shrinks from you with each wave’s new rolling, as I sail into the indistinct distance. Despite my leaving, I will still love you – just as I love my home port but cannot find in myself any staying. You see, an unrelenting thirst churns in me for beginnings, for the unvaulted sea. Later, in the indistinct distance of time, when I am gray with the dust of many shores and brimming with the words of countless strangers, when I have not seen land, when I have not seen you in so long my vision knows little but blue, when my supply of freshwater has all been drunk dry, in my boat I will drink the sea’s water smiling. When it seals me with the heaviest thirsting, I will lie dying in my boat’s cabin craving you and viewing only blue.

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