Since I came to you, I’ve lost the feel for seasons.
Your unerring breeze displaces green
into times it should not be, and fronds
are not leaves – and would not choose it.

When I traded for this, my world was made of water
the great laughter of fish and toes and
what gravity does with raw material.
I have vowed my way into so many places,

used branches as signposts but,
never was the water so big
as it is from these dark nights
down the shore.