Open Sea

He predicted froth, and geese

took to the sky like a hurricane.

I trust my captain. He told me

when I turn over on my stomach in sleep

to think of loneliness. I draw a circle

and put an X through it for here, meaning ship.

All I packed was an empty pillowcase and aspirin

and rain I collected. The geese turn their bodies

into clouds for me to pour the rain.

Nights I tuck my fingers into feathers

and repeat a song I was sung as a baby.