For Your Safety, Please Extinguish All Flames While On Board the Vessel
Just ahead of our ferry boat
a second vessel bends to pass us.
If water craft could make love
this would not be the prelude–
the wrapping of arms around thick necks
the rising tide of moist lips meeting.
Without a cable to guide our motion
we would rock and thrash until both
ships split wide open, spilling their cargo
into the furious blue-black passion below
(waters we were hoping to avoid). Like us
the ferries are engine-driven. We move
without moving, pleased for the glad-handing
from one shore to the next. The ferries are spooning
molding to fit the other’s form, the end always in sight.