Urban Ocean Song

How to write a sea shanty
for New York City?
We sail no ship,
are united by no song
other than the roar of
the subway at rush
hour, in half light.
A baby is wrapped in
a fleecy blanket,
tucked in a stroller
that is itself held between
a mother’s strong knees
on the D train – this triple
insulation like embryonic
fluid, surrounding.

These are our seas –
protection, isolation,
comfort.

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