Ceyx to Halycon
A bright pitchfork of lightning
plunged into the deck.
I was not prepared for the impact,
the violence of the storm
clawing up our ship.
The boat let the ocean in, air sinking
beneath the water.
In all the commotion, I needed
to hang onto, so I thought
of you, the bone
in your shoulder that my fingers
find, the birdlike
energy of your hands. When I wash
up onshore, my body
curled in the wet sand, waves reaching
over me like bedsheets,
I hope it will be you that finds me
so you can also know
every act of nature brings us together.