Rowan Tate

Salt in the Blood

But hush, brined thing. The leaving
is now ours. Be somehow
less anchored (there are softenings
in the sea glass). I am no
longer parsing this spent tide, this brackish pearl
we once might have named homeland
before the winds changed, before the light
lost its luster.

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Rowan Tate is a creative and curator of beauty. She reads nonfiction nature books, the backs of shampoo bottles and sometimes minds.