In Open Boats

All the living that was done,
That has been done, that’s being
Done, all the dying likewise.

In your tiny coracle,
Bobbing on the open waves,
Taking on water in sight

Of millions of other boats
Scattered across the ocean,
What seizes your attention,

First, is sinking, and second,
Who else you see who’s sinking,
And third, continuity,

The way the waves rise and fall,
Fierce, calm, or hardly at all,
But never pause the ocean,

All the living that was done,
That has been done, that’s being
Done, and the dying likewise.