[Poem] What Keeps You Moored by Abby Poggemoeller

A girl sits at the edge of the world
With shoes made of stone
Her legs dangle off

A girl sits at the edge of the world
With her eyes closed
Even though she took her blindfold off

A girl sits at the edge of the world
Listening to quiet water beneath
Trying to imagine anything below its surface

A girl sits at the edge of the world
Smelling the moss and the sand and the bog
Writing an ode to the savourment of this solemnity

A girl sits at the edge of the world
Which could just be the dock at a lake or the waiting place at the river Styx
But she sees it all the same

A girl sits at the edge of the world
And despite how heavy her shoes are,
How they yearn to kiss the clay and rock at the bottom,
How the water acts half seductress half mystery,
How the fish beg her to sleep over,
How her eyes ask to see the murky blue and her lungs ask to choke,
How inviting it all seems
She stays

A girl sits at the edge of the world

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