The ocean is and there you are to meet you.
Gulf. God comma
for this feeling of grace and somewhat loss
whence remembrance, tears
— sent out to meet the earth, words taken
were taken.
They are not mistaken to think themselves were waves.
The moment you left you. Slow time
feels like a wet suit.
This poem “GO” originally appeared in Tracking CanLit. Spec. issue of Canadian Literature 220 (Spring 2014): 16.
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