11.12.2012

The New World


Look there, Love, 
across the starboard rail
a new world rises 
nascent from the sea,
arches its green spine, 
and belches howls
up to the gods. 
The old ones have foretold
a refuge here from thirst, 
a respite here from doubt. 
They have foretold 
a gentle soil
rich for growing 
orchards, children, us.

As we glide these 
last few meters into
shore, we must remember 
everything they said: 
"It is a place 
that will hurl hail
from metal skies, 
and crack and buckle underfoot. 
The land will leap at you 
with teeth, and seethe 
irascible with ice.
Be quick! Be lithe! Revise 
your maps, revise again — 
no one's been exactly here.

The land will change 
and we will change.
There now we have landed. 
Here we go.