Flags

[YaMarVa]

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.
Flags!

*T.S. Eliot

I enjoyed this poem, it reminded me of meditation. But I am unsure why you broke the lines where you did and by the use of all these - . I guess you only used three of them, but my first reading it was a bit distracting, after a few reads that distraction went away.

Distracting example;

And find that angle of the time – of
love


But it works great here;

Leave this cry of the gulls full of
alarming
longing – let the lungs swallow the wind
coming.


Thanks for sharing.