One night, she turns the novel’s last page. This is all—
small house, plain street, some trees, sweet and irksome neighbors, dishes, bills, water leaks,
fallen branches, people, dogs, cats adrift in dreams.
The novel is for youth, the story of a sea journey after loss, cross words and danger
and, in the end healed bones and hearts choosing this, over adventure, effervescent longing.
The story plucked like a string—
the world a whorl, made plain by the stain of surrender.