Inertia
after a long dry spell surrounded by undrinkable water, sometimes rhyming words that aren't theredead calm adrift a vast pacific mirror waiting salt-poisoned dreams fevered fish flying a school cracks the glass overarching my too well-made craft still afloat enduring land in sight white prismatic floating mountains cool promise sending shards of light into all its brave components were they really there? sail tattered cups the imaginary breeze the oars a memory ready for a current to catch a motion