shores

You and I are naked nerves in winter,

Sheathless in electric storms.

If someone carried a canoe

Or if we knew a common tongue...

We curl protecting our softest undersides.

I do not believe you hide a weapon,

But I'm often incorrect

And I can't comprehend your speech.

We're both a country's length from shores.

Perhaps we're seeking warmth,

A covered cove to pull up on

After being flung from splintered moorings,

Home.

The lightning's over.

The black rebounds victorious.

I see walls of water,

Nothing more.

Your voice is underneath the roaring.

- 2/27/26