Gifts
Wild river
on its shores
touches your shins,
marking the same
place god did, on
the other side the gap
makes, the wide time
spent asleep, how
many fires
can one body hold.
--
That wave
struck the kitchen
first, blowing
the stone wall
apart, we were
crawling wristdeep
in salty water
to the door when
it flew open. Behind
us was the courage:
O how the eyes
go first.