Before this, we had a scene in mind and forgot our bodies there
We had been thinking in opposites anyway:
Five arctic hares swim the night meltwater
Sun burns sea level and we go above on boats
We saw only the radiant brains of distant wave-carved ice
When the people rush to one side of the deck
There’s more skin underwater than anywhere else
Once all water hung in a cloud above us
We tick off stars until they drop sorry out of sight
Into schools oceaning through us as if we don’t exist
The city’s lights glare up hard:
Our first heaven held under, that we may grow asunder