When the flood began,
And the water came rushing in the room,
I didn't mind that I
Was about to be swept away.

Told myself that this might happen.
Told myself I'd be prepared;
I didn't imagine how quick I'd be stricken;
My heart said something but I didn't hear.

So the walls collapsed and everything
Fell out of place for me again.
But I like the space, I can move in this place,
A mind at ease in a voice that learns.

I worry about storms.
I worry about my feet in my mouth.
Will I ever get settled, and not be so bad
At the simple life of someone who listens?

I have a thought, if faint and distant...
My hand warmed by another grasp.
A place to park the car every night,
And christmas lights in the middle of July.

I've become a puzzle of quietude.
I sit all night and wonder why
The darkness makes me unsettled.
Perhaps it's because I'm counting on you.