Waterline If I should wake & the Ark the Ark already gone If there was one shivering thing at my side If the snow in his hair was all that was left of the fire If we ran through the orchard with our mouths wide open & still too small for amen If I nationed myself in the shadow of a colossal wave If only to hold on by opening— by kingdom come give me this one eighth day let me enter this nearly-gone yes the way death enters anything—fully & without a trace
