I found adrift a wooden boat
water-logged among thickest weeds
bow submerged and stern afloat
abandoned without locks or oars.
Its paint once green is faded now
chipped and gouged where wear is found
broken seats with rotting boards
almost nothing of it sound.
I wondered who had given up
on this old and weathered hulk
how they’d decided on which day
this useless thing be cast away.
when they told me
make homes out of people
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t own
but when i turned to show you
there was only quiet
and my roots
from around your ribcage