Standing in a lifeboat sitting on the shore by Cheri Priest

Standing in a lifeboat sitting on the shore

by Cheri Priest

Let me

perch on your

brow and bail away

the seas

with little buckets.

Stop rocking,

look at me.

I am

not shore,

not sand,

not trees.

Stop swaying,

the waves will turn

us both

(and)

some of these

will wash us over.

Hold still,

I have these

little buckets

ready, always

trying to bail

the salty

the warm

living

the endless

(your) seas