I saw one once, heaved onto the sand,
covered in kelp—a broken boat,

a broken story in an unbroken
circle of what lands at our feet,

in our hands. The story of families
fleeing the rooflines they know

to seek unfettered light
in a different realm, watch

it move into the smallest things—
inlets, needled trees, on every facet

of the sea beyond a suddenness
of banked clouds.