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Helen Swift

11 Oct 2021

A poem by Katie Simpson

We’re held here,
still
but in motion,
peaceful
but not silent.

We breathe a little lighter
as she breathes,
creaks and sways.
And we sway a little,
burdens loosening,
lifting
as she lifts,
up from the mud,
away with the tide.

And what we find here,
as the birds call
and the wind moans,
we’ll carry with us,
our own cargo,
light as a feather,
bright as the stars.