Standing
in
a lifeboat sitting on the shore
me
Let
perch on your
brow and
bail
away
the seas
with
little
buckets.
Stop rocking. look I
at
me
am
not shore,
not sand, not trees.
Stop swaying. the
waves
will turn
us both
(and)
some of these will
wash us over Hold
I
still.
have these buckets
little
ready, always trying to bail the salty the
warm
the living
the endless
(your) seas.
by Cheri
25
Priest
