And though it's the roof that leaks
you will be buried inside a stone
kept wet day after day for the echo

sea ice prepares from the drip
it needs to drain –this ladder
will end with nails and a hammer

where one wall will slip, already
is leaning into another then another
till all Earth becomes the Nile

and you are in the attic, rising from a shore
though it's the sky that's hidden, collapsing
empty under the cold rain now ready for you.