We were too far
from one another
to say good bye.
The blast took you.
The water boiled around me
but brought me nowhere
that a current wouldn’t.
I needed a ship.
So I clambered up
and thought of words.
I made a language.
The word climb occurred
to me as I escaped
up the hill and
as a woman fell
trying to get to
high ground to
throw herself off.
I made the sound for night.
The word moon came
before the moon.
Above the clouds
were the stars
facing the stars.
Above the stars
was our boat.
Within the boat
were the stars
that move
within the clouds
and the moon
that was still.
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