1. Harbor

From the recording Aftermath


When the things that we have loved
change into the moment of waking
and grasping at the night not remembered,
When we ourselves are this thing
expanded but hardened
a bed of mollusks
an oyster garden,

When you are no longer the seedling
but the surface onto which new things grow
A shipwreck beneath the waves
teeming but having lost its intention,
I pray to harbor life somehow.
I pray to harbor life somehow.
Lord, make us a shipwreck.
Let there be ground at last
one way or another
and life we never planned.