(like a whiter cloud hyper-extended, or a glass of water
               rotated by a patient, plural earth –
               the barge I am watching from this ersatz tropical beach
               is, in its paralleling the silvered horizon
               of water warm-as-skin,)

(an anti-time, elasticating my senses,
so that its diesel, chugging,
and its day-dreaming skipper, and its cargo of sand,
are as elemental as any harbour returned to,

         any body known as your own)