UNDER PRESSURE

The blue sky’s engine-drone is loud.

We’re at the scene of a worksite that’s trembling,

where ocean depths can suddenly be revealed—

shells and telephones whispering.

Beauty can only be seen quickly, from the side.

The dense grain in the field, many colors in a yellow tide.

The restless shadows in my head are drawn there.

They want to crawl inside the grain and turn to gold.

Darkness falls. At midnight I go to sleep.

The smaller boat sets out from the larger boat.

You’re alone on the water.

Society’s dark hull drifts further and further away.