February 26, 2021 - All the signs from the harbor at the end of the island / that I showed you were real. by Jordan Myers

All the signs from the harbor at the end of the island
that I showed you were real. We had to wait until April
before the night’s skyline was clear enough to see across
the ocean. Spring had this way of arriving, slow, steady,
then all at once the sun would find its place in the morning
sky. We needed the wind; we needed the new leaves of May.
And even if the island city was a mirage, we needed the harbor.