Window Seat
by Lin McNulty
If I were to see you
on the ferry
seated,
alone
on the long bench seat
at the window,
I would sit next to you
face you
one leg under me
my head above yours
my arm across the back
of the long bench seat.
If you would turn
away from the window
face me
one leg under you
your head above mine
your sleeve
not your skin
touching my sleeve
not my skin
across the back
of the long bench seat,
I would tilt my head
embrace the space
we co-create between us
writhe
ever so slightly
and submit.
Love how the matching window seats are reflected in the matching positions and actions of the speaker and the “you” of the poem and mirrored again in the poem’s stanzas throughout this ferry connection.