leaving the year

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Across the street from us is the Maritime Museum. Thanks to its harbour master, for the first time in the twenty years we’ve lived here the boats moored at its dock have been lit up for the holidays. Sparkling nightly, these lights and the Christmas trees across English Bay inspired Magellan’s photos and my poem.

leaving the year
may the lodestars of light
that are glowing, even now,
beacon you out
beyond the dark, and may you
sail through from now to then

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My poem was modelled after “blessing the boats” by Lucille Clifton from her book Blessing the Boats: New and Selected Poems 1988-2000. Copyright©2000 Lucille Clifton and found at The Poetry Foundation.

blessing the boats
may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back     may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that

15 Responses

    1. With you being a photographer whose images have been featured in many publications, I’d encourage you to create a website to share more of your work.

  1. And may you both sail through 2019 with the wind at your back always into safe harbours
    Thank you both

  2. A very Happy New Year to you and thanks for my Sunday morning read every week. Makes me feel like we are still neighbours…

  3. Love it, the poem, the photos, the sentiment. Happy New Year to you as well, sail into a new year full of possibilities, and hope. Heather

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