***
The boat arrived by post,
Not by water.
The boat – by post,
A sail in an envelope.
I lay down and try to sleep.
The occasional zephyr
From Antwerp or Lille
Keeps me awaken.
How many nautical miles
Between your heart and mine,
How many dreams have arrived
to the southern tip of my island?
A little yacht
Built to go anywhere
Has berthed at my hand –
once and forever.
What more could I ever
want?
