I stood in the water
which rose to my ankles
and I asked it to lower an inch.
But water is set from
the sea to the stagnant
and it paid no attention to me.
I stood to the chillness
which swallowed my stomach
and I begged it to give me some room.
Still the puddle was deaf
from loud years in the sky
and it reached its blue arms around me.
I stood in the last lights
with a collar of ice
and I prayed all might cover my head.
Then the water did drop
as a freak act of chance,
but my feet are still stuck in the earth.