Resolute against the whiskey weather –
Watching only for you
In the distant geese
Swarming midge-small in the milky light,
Figuring them your freckles.
I knew my palms were sharp and callousing
Clasping the oars
Yet only feeling
The warm wood of your skin –
Damp lovely neck to hollow back.
I pulled against you
Rowing the sullen lakes of Canada
And still I drowned on you.
eleanor j jackson 