or miss the gist
of the pliant, hospitable
murmuration
proffered to you
by the gentlest lapping
of a dock-
bound collection
of moon-kissed
night waves,
thank your lucky
stars—or say
an indebted prayer
to the Lord—doesn't matter:
the subtlest
answer
to the most
precious question,
whose phrasing
could not, in ten
thousand lives
come to you
(despite your worst
impulse toward
reproof
and interference)
is not merely
still uninjured, but
inviolably
there.
