While I am considering

The electronic accuracy

Of thoughts sent the length

Of two worlds in the time

It takes to remember

That you left the oven on,

You pulled a riverboat right through me.

Swans on the side,

And herons dreaming in the trees,

At the high tide of culmination

And rationalization

For the safety lines I cut.

The water will not soon recede,

Nor will we, like herons,

Find a good night’s sleep.