you (re)find
the dirt oceans
all snow, fallow ice
you, refound, they do
deep drifty currents
and today again today
you think ‘Maybe ’cause
it worked for on Galilee’
and step out: the storm
does not cease and yes
you you still sink
and the drowning is dry
almost like a memory.
this morning before
the ice these old
plaster walls hold
the cold hide the wet
driving 75 mph up I-65 from Nashville
radio tuned to a rock and roll station still out of range
every song that doesn’t quite shake through the static
sounds like either “RADAR Love” or “Comfortably Numb”
