Here come the manatees.
In a line
Staying out of the middle of the waterway
Where big boats plow the dark water
But where no seeds are planted
But after the boats have passed
And the water heals the sterile furrow
We organize our thoughts
And then
We have our day
And we get away with it
Staying in the middle
Planting nothing
And then I say Good night
And you say Good night
And may it be just that - a good night
Into which we plant ourselves
Into the depths of sleep
With the manatees high above us
In a line
