Don’t desert me out here in the wilderness
where anything can be born out of the surf
or tangled masses past the tree line
where the light has trouble shining
through the canopy.
I want to steer the boat while you supply
momentum with the river
as it carries us along.
I want to carve cheesy quotes into the oars
like we traveling on nothing but our words,
and then forget them all to make room
for the future.
The older brothers kick their siblings
out of their rooms because what’s up next
on T.V. is too adult for them,
but will not be again.
If lighthouses were capable
of being self conscious
there would be ship wreck
after ship wreck on the coasts
because we built them to be seen,
and they are hiding.