Here I was, or there, in the blotted gray line of trees-to-beach
And back again, in the algae green water of a working lake’s
Restless tide. Here I was, or there, at the tethered end reach
Of a promise, frayed by longitude. That’s all it takes

To crack the mold, a moment. Here I was, or there, in the path
Of a blue hurricane, drenched in mauve-gray mist
When it sidled in. Here I was, or there, the math
An equal wave function against the granite cove. Insisting

Then as now: here I was, or there, a windy transposition
In drops and dappled rain.