7.16.2025

absence unfathomable becomes something I can carry

'Dead Reckoning' 
 
to estimate one’s position 
without instruments 
or celestial observations 
 
calculating direction and distance 
traveled from the last known fix 
while accounting for tides, currents, grief 
 
drift     numbness 
sudden storms of pain 
unexpected joy 
 
to reckon is to believe 
something true 
to reckon with the dead 
 
is to believe I can know them 
an airy thinness 
gleaming 
 
despite 
the distance 
traveled 
 
I’d like to know how far 
I’ve gone 
how much farther there is 
 
to go         how absence 
unfathomable 
becomes 
 
something I can carry 
 

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