How long could I stay here
Without a field
Or branch
Or tree
Waiting for the big boat
Moving slowly
Across
A bounded sea
Rising as a tower or platform
To dwarf
The white sailed
Sailing boat I see
We have a time for the crying
It is a gift
Gifted
To the all of us who are to be
Although for now
Preservation
Is our perseverance
For our final shoal of reverie
