So much is now known, my love
Your hand upon your chair
Your gaze focused on the distance
So much is now known my love and yet
So much remains unclear.
Often you left to roam so great an unknown
Your hand upon my hair
Your gaze focused on my face to memorize every trace.
Often you left me to make
Known the Unknown.
Weeping and lonely through
Childbirth and longing you left me.
Your hand upon the great wooden wheel
Your feet firmly planted on waves of fresh water steel,
So much of it is now known.
Every piece of land only an inlet or peninsula
The creak and moan of our home just a reminder of
Launch and storm.
Buffeted by wind and ice, your back straighter
Only I am frailer.
Now sit upon your chair
Less weathered than mine.
You sit and gaze upon fresh water, fine sand
And sip wine.
So much, my love, is now known, but who am I?
Slowly you approach your hand slides along the small of my back.
“You are the steel water, you are my sight
You are my freedom, my longing, my right
To sail the fresh water.
Come to me, my love, and make yourself known.”