Pip
I rightly leap from boats
whose fast fish make toothpicks
of the planks and I’m a coward
I float behind in the wake
alone in your promise to leave
that I ignored and I’m a castaway
I dared to stare into the sun
I saw God’s foot on the great loom
parted the temple curtain
of the great whale’s brow
read the hieroglyphics there
understood his face
I spoke his name
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I loved “I saw God’s foot on the great loom” and how you compared a whale’s brow to a
parted temple curtain