When I walked the slippery,

unreliable sand, across that airy beach,

crossed seven yards of cloth,

and silver moon fragments;

decembers of dead, mossy mulch

and wicked green undergrowth;

and followed you into the deepest,

darkest cave in that forest.

Why did you leave me standing silly,

drenched and bowed under that

massive wall of water,

when you knew I couldn’t swim?