When it leaves
And the ground stops moving
And churning and swirling
And my cat pleads with me to turn off the dryer
.
I can’t puss, they’re not my clothes!
.

You begin ride in a boat in the sea

just beyond a sharp coral reef

and every wave coming in from the giant ocean

pushes you a little bit further to the shore.

.

I forget how the boat loses its oars.