a kettle
on the
stove;
the windows
are closed.
listen...
you can
hear
the
rain
on
the
roof,
the glass,
the balcony,
the
ocean
that we
are on
in this
blue-green
boat.
do we
still make
tea when
the world
is falling
apart? do
we still
talk of
the world,
when we
have left
awhile?
quiet.
you're
watching
the
movie
at the
window.
blackberries
spilled
over the
table.
quiet.
daylight
against
your
ear,
neck
shoulder,
arm.
­is it
okay
if i
ask
questions?
are you
happy
on this
boat?
the kettle
is whistling,
and the
books
have
shifted
from the
motions
of the sea.
do you
think
we
might
be
lost?
do you
think
we
should
take
a nap?