Small Boat Lost at Sea

You write to have words
You know you can talk

To—words you can think
Of as yours, kept words,

Kept thoughts. The way some
Talk to pets, you talk

To the words as words,
So you can think, so

You can clear a calm
In the waves that reach

The sky on all sides,
Vast grey seas of words.

We’ll be your words, now,
For now we’re just yours.