i stood up in a boat made of

reeds    it bobbed   or rather i

bobbed;  the surface of the water

was lackluster – a blue – in the morning

in that small inlet island of continent

i woke          each hand

tight fist       two worlds                    near to my chest

..

..

i quickly

unfurled both

everything i need is in this

comprehensivie           (sic) vie/ve

sea

the coast crept into the sky

and made a new country ­–

plum, oak, hackberry

an india