Smelling the Wind
Rushing headlong
into new silence
your face
dips on my horizon
The name
of a cherished dream
riding my anchor
one sweet season
to cast off
on another voyage
No reckoning allowed
save the marvelous arithmetics
of distance
.
Audre Lorde, 1934–1992
© 1993 Audre Lorde
“Smelling the Wind” from The Collected Works of Audre Lorde
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