We were tossed
coracle to sand
each side of a line
that once ran
like a guy-rope
between us
but now divided
yours from mine,
nothing ours
but our border.
I waited some time
at the edge
looking for you.
When you returned
I was older
but you were not.
I probed my land
learning its secrets
and now
when we love
it is here
on the edges of us
along every twist and
undulation—
a line many
times longer
than our mooring.
From: http://cordite.org.au/poetry/land/borders/
Date: 2017
By: Audrey Molloy (19??- )
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