safe
harbor
rehab
you said your eyes
said will I be will I ever be
all right again your eyes said
you answered I will never be
all right
again maybe but will
you tell me if that is what your
eyes meant when you said the
words run across in reverse on
the page
no one could ever
read not like that not your eyes
anyway but didn’t they say didn’t
the ones who know how eyes
sometimes see
say that maybe one
word one day a day like today
at a time like this when just one
of them grows weary and quits
rushing the
wrong way and maybe
heads back against the one-way
flow and slows way down like
the day the moon tide comes
in in
such a way you hardly
notice that it has turned around
and come back on the lapping
waves that sound like they might
be happy
to reach the sand
touch its face while they make
the sound that gives you back
the word trailing a long green
strand:
emerald