NEPTUNE’S DAUGHTERS Dreamwalking on to the campus of my heart, I am lost. The heart cannot be honed like thought: lessons to be learned are without timetables, indices. Outside the iced wall that Neptune saltily eats, the small town sells many maps, many clocks; and I find my level way to the boundary between town’s end and sea’s tumultuous start. An ageless longboat – without sails, without oars – is tossed to untimely dying by twilight’s violets and grays. A second boat, alive with oarswomen, glides into sudden sight by harbour walls…. My sister from over the water – you have opened doors in a number of walls: now, look into my campus-heart; into my hushed brightness. Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON