Looking for a place br where we might turn off br the inner dialogue, br the monologue br of futures & regrets, br of pasts not past enough br & futures that may never come br to pass, br we found this boat br bobbing in the blue, br this refuge amid reefs, br this white hull br within this azure sibilance of sea, br this central rocking br so like the rocking br before birth. br br Venus was born of the waters, br borne over them br to teach us about love- br our only sail br on the seas of our lives br as death is br our only anchor. br br If we return again & again br to the sea br both in our dreams br & for our love affairs br it is because br this element alone br understands our pasts br & futures br as she makes them br br one.