Sail Away

Children use tables for all kinds of things: dens, castles, and sail-boats?
Try this one for an adventure on a day when there’s not much else to do
except watch wind ruffle puddles as the rain comes down.

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SAIL AWAY                                                                   wheat field

I turned the table over –
hung sails from the legs

rigged mainsheet
halyard, boom and tiller

and sailed to the prairies
one moonlit summer night

the prow divided wheaten oceans
left a wake in whitening grain

I swept the horizon with my glass
in search of other ships

to my view the sky was empty
till, with the dawn, a fleet of chairs

skimmed flattening waves
to join me for a feast

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first published in Spire

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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