Journey to Aurora
By Heather Sager
Like the mainsail
of a boat,
a huge flight wing,
we glide through life.
The sky, gently blue,
tinged sweetly
orange.
Never mind
the angry,
lashing sea.
There might be another ship,
rigging of splendid magnitude,
but we are happy
with what we have.
So lovely,
moving together
across the water.
Where is our destination?
I know only of
our wind-blown vessels,
our frail bodies,
the ocean
that can eat us,
and the aurora of the horizon
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Heather Sager lives in Illinois, USA. Her poetry recently appeared in Litbop, The Bosphorus Review of Books, StepAway Magazine, Creative Flight, Remington Review, Magma, Uppagus, Bluepepper, morphrog, ActiveMuse (Pushcart nomination), Poets' Espresso Review, and more journals and anthologies.
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