by The Cowl Editor on February 1, 2018
Poetry
by Marisa DelFarno ’18
I was much further out than
a lost star’s way.
I was trotting along
a route obscure.
Boundless and
bare. Bathe myself
in strangeness,
under the surge of
the blue veritable
ocean. Marvels of form
and gravity. The moving
waters, the enormous
avenues, going on and
on—sinkin’ deeper,
deeper. Taken root like
a stone. There, in
a black-blue vault, I
could no longer
voyage—closed and
done. And if I
become once more
the old traveler—I
learn by going. I
no longer felt myself
guided by a crumb
of the wrong
winds.