Lost in our seas
Of hope and need,
Don’t think of boats—
Don’t muse how you
Might weave from wrack
And kelp, might make
Oars of stray fronds,
Might find a raft
Of trash to float
Home on, might learn
To sail by stars.
Don’t ask why build
Or for tools. Ask,
What are waves? How
Can I be one?
