Book Preview, Part 1

I thought it might be fun this week (and maybe in subsequent weeks) to post a poem from the book alongside a photo from our days of living aboard Iona. And since it's Valentine's Day, this one seemed appropriate....

Winter Nights

We furl tightly against

each other in the v-berth,

our breath forming ice

on the hatch above our heads;

five blankets and quilts

pile on top of us, and still our toes

lying in the v of the bow,

are cold.

I bury my nose between

your shoulder blades, and dream

we are entering the world

for the first time, our feet

slicing through layers

of water, of womb.  But this time,

we enter it together.