I will drive the car today, anyday

Because you’re tired of it

And because you never fail to love me

When I tire of myself.

 

Every day the ocean rocks me

My ocean, the Pacific

Her bull kelp tangle my limbs

Like our fathers, she is potently proud.

 

But today she holds no power over me

Because I am thinking of the sea

Your sea.

 

There is a house on your shore, its doors always open.

 

One pomegranate on the table and a few seeds in the bathtub drain.

 

Old man cactus on the windowsill

growing slow, steady, weird

Like the world.

 

The morning glory vines, brighter than day, above your front door

Twist open and closed with the sun.

 

You planted them for me,

And we watch them grow.