no harbor but our

haboring, a letter less & we

are trees, we are a million mosses

with the light caught through.

no ocean but a sea

but a meditation on

longevity, on stiffness

through seasons. your voice

is rasping but i am

bushels of raspberries

souring in the cellar.

avoid the carcasses - 

only evidence that we

have peaked as far

as species go. you

are no mountain and i

am no avalanche. we don’t

always need to be untouchable

to be dangerous

for one another.