CLOSER

this summer a rebel speed boat 

raced beneath the moon 

most nights

low pleasure bass against the

man made man shaped

man waves

I did not feel the future, then, and only felt

the past as pulse

insomuch as it had brought me to

that beach to shiver

looking to the moon

I risked her scooping out in me 

reflection 

egg seed basket cove,

with space enough to slide beneath

and catch the leaks 

that’s the generosity I pray for

lines between the rocks 

and stars