“Swimming to New Zealand” by Douglas Goetsch

Once or twice in life you find a woman
you’d swim the ocean for. What are you doing?
friends will ask, as you perfect your stroke,
meantime pitying everyone outside of love.
Your only obstacle, the blue Pacific-
where your sun sinks, she’s dressing in the morning,
and when the dawn comes reaching back around,
turning up the volume in your city,
she’s drawing blinds, removing her make-up.
If you were Gatsby you would build a mansion
in some cove off the Tasmanian sea
and throw parties to lure her in. You’re not
of course-though nothing’s impossible,
except life without her, and so you swim.

“Swimming to New Zealand” by Douglas Goetsch from Nameless Boy. © Orchises Press, 2015.