All Souls - Saskia Hamilton - Bog

Who becomes familiar with mortalillness for very long. I was a stranger, &c.Not everyone appreciates it, noone finds being the third personbecoming, it's never accurate,and then one is headed for the past tense.Futurity that was once a lark, a gamble,a chance messenger, traffic and trade, under sail.The boy touches your arm in his sleepfor ballast. It's warm in the hold. Betweenship and sky, the bounds of sightalone, sphere so bounded.-from 'All Souls'