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The Captain's Daughter
O, Father, I have found you
at last—
the controversy of my birth
drove wedges
all around the families,
drove miles
between us as whitecaps
carried your ship to foreign places.
I did not know that you
were looking for me
when I watched horizons
and knew not, where you were.
The lands are mere plateaus
and that which fills the spaces between
is nothing more
than a liquid looking-glass in bowls,
that carried your boats
to and fro
their shadows visible
from under the airless surface.
O, Captain, my Father
will you tell me tales
of your high adventures
of smugglers and pirates
you chased
to uphold maritime law?
I am too old
for bedtime stories
but I want to hear them anyway—
perhaps we can meet
where kelp and shells
wash onto sands
amid tidal flows, eddy pools,
and I won’t have to wonder
about the missing half of myself
anymore.
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