For Her, On Dry Land
We claim our sketch,
proud in solidarity
from our hatch on the French Broad sea.
Please return, we want you back,
extend our love line
Experience the place
beneath the skin,
the windy plank, the swirling underneath.
The water of the not-complete.
Our formation, gestation, full regeneration,
the river, the art, never the same.
Evolution defies a single-word frame.
Dive deep, be cool, get dirty, and flirty,
Imperfect is a state of grace,
richer than the perfect surface parking space.
Our grit, our verve,
the undertow for more,
our nerve –
to write you a poem
suggestive and plain
“we love you”
“we want you”
so please, swim again.