How Much Water Sinks the Dream Boat

 

You think I'm so 

terrible

it's outlandish

it's like

if I am on the ocean

then I am in a boat

in the middle

I change ships

I'm still me

in this wet sweater 

and drowning 

in thoughts

like a kangaroo

on fire I jump 

overboard

and flail myself 

into a sleep 

that still insists 

I know you

 

The Constellation

 

love finds you

in the woods

when you aren't

even looking

for the blue balloon

a child lost

it is part

of the sky now

another sincere cloud

a pilot must tear through

with his face

under the constellation

child

lost in the dark woods

we can't see you

did you hear the pilot

has a face

it hurts him

but does not find us

at night

something nudges

the constellation

but what

not the balloon

what it holds

 

________________________________________


Ted Powers lives in an attic in Massachusetts. Other poems of his appear at Strange Machine, GlitterPony, iO, Sixth Finch, and Jellyfish.