Sport 40: 2012
salt marsh and tidal inlet
we’re in bed and you pass me a paper
to put on the table and I read salt marsh
and tidal inlet. The other words get sucked back into the paper a pattern of
black and white. I lived in an inlet once.
Sometimes it was as if I was living
on poles above the water. Sometimes it was empty.
Different birds would ﬂy in, build nests,
raise their young, leave footprints in the mud.
The slow breathing of someone
falling asleep. I imagine oxygen
ﬂooding through you. Tributaries.
The landscape changes. Changes back.