Poem from a submerged continental plate to a sailboat

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You, who snake above with sails unfurled

Wind-blown toward a distant world

 

You, who catch the wind and dip with glee

While I lurk cold, in misery

 

You, who skim the bounding surface spray

And scream aloft, “Land ho, make way!”

 

You, who ebb by choice and flow in jest

As I grow roots, my faults professed

 

You, who lean and keel, though never fall

Uphold your course, your clarion call!

 

For I run, split and cut in two

The rock I cling to, molten through

And root my envy further still

Ingrown with greed and iron will

That you should soar above the swell

Two worlds above whence down I fell

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