Nautical Ghazal by Lily Sadighmehr
by Lily Sadighmehr
I am scanning nautical maps to point my sails towards.
Sanding down my dinghy, readying my tell-tales towards.
Begin throwing off the bowline, tapping a glass compass
and let the magnet circumnavigate some trails towards
an island of misfit bodies: brown and downtrodden, vexed.
Steadying my tiller, the wind carries the gales towards
abundance of cliffsides teeming with green, swarming in gold.
Dilapidated dock to moor, unmask the veils towards
pastures painted with ranunculuses, zestful meadow
and fugitives committing no crimes escaped jails, towards
promised land. My dinghy nudges the edge of the island’s
undulant shore. I leave behind the surf and whales towards
a holy oligarchy. Everyone glad to see me
and welcome a weary sailor from her guardrails towards
pedagogy of the oppressed. They ask, “Lily, do you
feel validated?” I foresee a place to prevail towards.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lily is a bookseller and an aspiring English teacher. She enjoys sailing and flights of IPAs. An aspiration of hers is to cook the perfect tahdig to impress her Persian side of the family. She lives in Seattle with her husband.
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