Sailing Down The Days And Nights - Poem by Norah Tunney
The Catamaran is cruising high
and we are sailing
into the western sky.
We leave behind the Marina
and the fading sound
of desperate small talk.
There is nothing out here-
Nothing to diminish
the wide-eyed wakefulness
but the living suchness
and a world of possibilities.........
And here we are-
a couple of renegade poets
huck finning in a timeless place.
Sailing down the days and nights,
sailing into the vast
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