Furthermore

It was something to let him go.

          It was a having to believe, furthermore,

in the voyage
of the other, a Ulysses

without an Ithaca,

was to speak
of the sea
without speech
of the shore—

and to have for a body

the going away of the body, to have for eyes
the going away of the eyes. And for hearing,

a silence, where once
were people.

And for comfort, a dwelling
before each
steps into that weather
of which all
strangers speak.

Christina Davis, “Furthermore” from An Ethic. Copyright © 2013 by Christina Davis. Reprinted by permission of Nightboat Books.
Source: An Ethic (Nightboat Books, 2013)
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