Brazed across cheeks
Across eye lashes
Like a branch of thorns that does not hurt
But instead reminds you of your youngest days
A child
New England raised
A short drive away from another child
And you were given to each other in so many circumstances
God placed you like pawns
But you never noticed this at first
Driving by on your friends dead end street
To see her playing basketball like an angel skipping stones
And again by the campsite
When all you could do was poison yourself
And let friendships and the nights overwhelming darkness
Hide her face
Until she and a couple friends retreated to the warmth
Of their homes
And you walked on dirt roads with no knowledge
Of what had just slipped through your potential grasp
And the last chance you had
When a friends remark proved the existence of some interest
You decided to embark
On a certain type of voyage
With no fleet, but instead one ship
And your dock was a park
In the southeastern part of the state
And your flag was a blanket
In the frigid air
And since that day you have not stopped sailing
And the captains log reads, “onward still, toward the great unknown
Where the birds do not dare go
Where the waves subside and the seas are smooth
And we do not fear what lies below”.