crossing the river jordan
sailboats are positioned
at the edge of my mind
I am poised to set them free
now that the waters have receded
off-white and triangular
they replicate themselves ad infinitum
keeping time and racing upon
a river that has no end
possessing the power to escape
they enter interstellar space
where celestial bodies
effortlessly sail on their own terms
june two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
A beautiful and fascinating poem!
Thank you so very much, Alan.