Voyage

I was the fourth ship.
          Behind Niña, Pinta, Santa María,
          Lost at sea while watching a seagull,
          Following the wind and sunset skies,
          While the others set their charts.

I was the fourth ship.
          Breathing in salt and flying with clouds,
          Sailing moonbreezes and starvision nights,
          Rolling into the wave and savoring its lull,
          While the others pointed their prows.

I was the fourth ship.
          Playfully in love with the sea,
          Eternally entwined with the sky,
          Forever vowed to my voyage,
          While the others shouted "Land."

Carmen Tafolla, "Voyage" from Curandera. Copyright © 2012 by Carmen Tafolla.  Reprinted by permission of Wings Press.
Source: Curandera (Wings Press, 2012)
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