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From “Grief”
That was the winter the tide rose
so high the house and cedars
went underwater. The little light left
was green. It was hard to move,
every step a push against sea water.
When I climbed into the car
to drive to higher ground
the steering wheel was gone,
an octopus in its place.
I couldn’t see out
the window for tentacles.
From “Moon Over Mathews Range, Kenya”
O in this life bless us with the camel’s foot and eye.
May we walk over the shifting surface of things
and not sink. The long lashes and that clear inner eyelid
to protect our sight yet let in light to see.