The Quest
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Daniel Brick
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The waves carry my frail ship
across a shining sea.
A haze covers distant islands,
makes them shimmer in the water.
I stare at them,
those patches of land and rock.
One will become my home,
a place to which
I must always return.
I see this island in my dreams.
A shore of whitest sand
gives way to gray rocks,
loose, falling toward the sea,
moving backward in time
toward the wet birth of all things.
As I wander inland,
I smell cinnamon and cloves.
A maiden beneath palms dances in silence.
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