Due East until you sink into the sea
Sailing the highway, sailing the stories, and,
finally, sailing the actual waves,
waves that lap the feet of longshoremen.
What if Ophelia had had an automobile?
And grown up the daughter of an enlisted sailor?
Would she have dreamt of a home in Ghent,
swaddled in azaleas and honeysuckle?
Or would she have driven into the ocean?
Crashed into the lesser reefs?
Let the fish feed upon her flesh?
Terrified of never leaving Tidewater?
Of always staring at the horizon--
longing, wondering, fearing?
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