Sea Virus

I knew I should never have gone below
but I did, and the fug of bilges and wood
caught me aback. The sheets of my heart
snapped taut to breaking, as a gale
stronger than longing filled the sail
inside me. To be shot of land
and its wood smoke! To feel the keel
cold in a current! To see the mast
inscribing water like a restless pen
writing a fading wake! It’s true,
I’m ruined. Not even peace will do
to keep me ashore now. Not even you.


 poem by Gwyneth Lewis
Join us at 501 CL this Monday, October 29, to see Gwyneth Lewis read. 
The event is jointly sponsored by The Honors College, The Pittsburgh Contemporary Writers Series, and the Department of English