Separated by a Sail

In the woods today I thought of you
heading for the Outer Isles alone.

The weather forecast bodes well––
only a chance of a thunderstorm––
but we both know the quirks

of coastal weather, the zephyr
that suddenly becomes a blow
roiling the green Atlantic below

upending smaller skiffs caught in its grip
as we ourselves were once caught
and tossed as flotsam onto a chance shore.

So maybe you understand my concern
how I wish you safe beneath our roof
bounded by woods and subject to wind

yes, but protected by sheer tree-ness
standing between us and everything weather.

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