Robin Beth Schaer

Migration

Armored with a netting of tires, the barge crawls,
sets a path of moorings along the harbor.
Summer anchors sink in the silt, their white floats
bowing to current,

waiting. I am tethered here, while you chart home,
north through narrow clemency, spared between sharp
Carolina coast and Atlantic beaten
barrier islands.

Robin Beth Schaer

Migration first appeared in Denver Quarterly (Volume 39, #3).

Posted on August 21, 2006 6:09 AM