hemp swells 

in the warm mist,

clenching knots

like splintered fists,

as i take a marlin spike

to their grip.


there is a moment 

before tying off

when two arms carry

the full weight of the yard, 

chant thundering 

with the crack

as rope whips deck.


and you don’t let go

or let them know

the fear 

of feable breath,

as jellies 

in the water below

kiss sunlit depths

with comb rows,

in a lazy spin and flow.


i ache to climb, 

to soar,

laughter of gulls

no more,

as i cut away 

all lines

that bind.


© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Belaying Pins by Marcus Isidro, Brasil

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