Mast Poem by Meghan Fenwick-Boland

Mast
A thousand miles away,
It offered comfort,
Like a memory trimmed in gold,
Encapsulated inside a snowglobe.
When I felt like collapsing to the ground
And sought it out,
Gently wafting upwards
Into my seeking nostrils—
Like a sweet, homely fragrance
From a testing strip—
I thought of it as my safety net
Below the relentless climbs of life's jagged mountain,
A place to shelter
From the storms,
It was always there as a last resort.

But the snow globe shattered
Upon its rocky soils.
In the dingy greys and human wails,
Without the gilding of the sun,
It wasn't so romantic