Long after you have swung back br away from me br I think you are still with me: br br you come in close to the shore br on the tide br and nudge me awake the way br br a boat adrift nudges the pier: br am I a pier br half-in half-out of the water? br br and in the pleasure of that communion br I lose track, br the moon I watch goes down, the br br tide swings you away before br I know I'm br alone again long since, br br mud sucking at gray and black br timbers of me, br a light growth of green dreams drying.