Washed Up

The coracle’s a wreck
That somehow hasn’t sunk
Or flipped belly-up yet.

Acorn-cap of a boat,
Who thought of such a thing?
Don’t answer that. Let’s not

Let explanation set
Us adrift. The basket
In which awareness sits

Tilts in the grey wavelets
Close to the shore. Questions
Should invite Yes or No.

Can the boat be rescued?
Yes, although it depends
On for how long—Wait. Stop.

Only the question posed.
Is the coracle safe?
No. Is there a paddle?

Yes. A destination?
Once, maybe. What is it?
A wind is coming up.