For you beginnings are never endings
Every sunrise only rises, rises
Into the arms of a mild waiting moon
Tears are history, regret a rare realm.
No, this ship, my beautiful bark only
Arrives, it arrives, and arrives, it is
Never swallowed by darkened horizons.
But it is disappearing now and I
Can’t bear it, waiving glad tears on the dock
Is the most painful thing I’ve ever done.
Marc Janssen lives in a house with a wife who likes him and a cat who loathes him. Regardless of that turmoil, his poetry can be found scattered around the world in places like Penumbra, Slant, Cirque Journal, Off the Coast and The Ottawa Arts Journal. Janssen also coordinates the Salem Poetry Project, a weekly reading, the annual Salem Poetry Festival, and is a 2020 nominee for Oregon Poet Laureate.
I love this poem. Beautifully wrought–and heartbreaking.