This water did not call itself harbor,
yet here ships slumber, people imagine
books into breezes, children
splash breath back into the shallows,
one mad cackle beckoning another.
And I worship what I can’t control:
Can’t shape the way the hurricane turned
sky into a twin ocean, tore from the earth
like saplings trees a hundred
years of rain had raised; seemingly composed now,
these waters took to land before the winds came,
flooding roads; some kids drove their truck
into the new pools, screaming deliriously,
over and over, up and down the disappearing block,
each new spray of danger a fresh forever.
Michael Collins’ poems have appeared in more than 40 journals and magazines, including Grist, Kenning Journal, Pank, SOFTBLOW and Smartish Pace. His first chapbook, How to Sing when People Cut off your Head and Leave it Floating in the Water, won the Exact Change Press Chapbook Contest in 2014. A full-length collection, Psalmanadala, was published later that year.