Flags

[FayandFire]

Leave these ships with the big
white sails that hardly are wobbling.
Leave this cry of the gulls full of
alarming
longing – let the lungs swallow the wind
coming.
Leave the eyes, let them travel beyond
the horizons –
falling leaves.
And find that angle of the time – of
love
“Here and there does not
matter”*
and that grief which hollows out the air
becomes the jump,
becomes wing beat,
the water deep in the tank,
the entire while of moving unmovable. ( moving the unmovable?) (( entire while of moving unmovables

*T.S. Eliot

I really enjoyed your poem. There was some beautiful imagery indeed. There were a few things that were awkward for me personally like having hardly before are in the second line and in the last line unmovable alone seems incomplete to me. But that's just me. Anyways thanks this was a good read!