but back stage
we're shuffling the decks
I'm desperate here
I should have mentioned
I didn't know
I was standing on the shore today
the waves were high
I saw a broken old raft
I clambered over the rough granite
barefoot in the hot sun
a rope had it stuck under deep rocks
it was close enough for me to jump on
I swayed with the waves
avoiding splinters and upturned nails
I swayed with the waves
and imagined pushing out to sea
with one good friend
or alone
where would we go?
it was only later I considered
what to eat? to drink?
how to steer?
so attractive
helpless on the ocean
floating away from any possibility
of destruction or salvation
.iP
