Andrea Wyatt

the air touches us
as we move
to weigh anchor
and set sail
slow in the tropical maritime breeze

beginning to move
from the fastness of winter,
we feel our skin,
the encircling semaphore of desire
enfold our winter selves;
and the air touches us
as we slowly move
in the tropical maritime breeze;

after months of slow persistence
we move as bud and blossom
pulled from winter´s grave restraint,
and the air touches us
as we slowly move
in the tropical maritime breeze,
to weigh anchor
and set sail.