How amazing that you have chosen
the thin paper boat of my life
in which to cross this sea,
a little sheet folded in certain shape
to make a cupped-hands dish,
the printing running this way and that.
Somehow over the wind-raked expanse
and through the stomping surf
this weightless little scrap arrives
and you step out and smile and say,
“Thank you. I’m so glad to be here.”
and I look around the gentle shore and wonder:
how the heck do you do that?
Copyright (c) Steve Garnaas-Holmes