Tyros’ World Tour

Each of us captaining

a solitary lifeboat.

As if we are lost

at sea. We’ve never

been to sea. We studied

the Triumphant Explorers of Celluloid

and acted as if we ourselves weathered

their expeditions, could now

shed arctic layers. We

shivered at the thought. As if none

of us will ever be a dead body in our lives.

Which we logically won’t.

Therefore, our further lives are

to be one astounding caper:

our mothers’ cheeks streaked

with sudden maternal pride!

Because each lifeboat appeared

like a Polaroid of a heart,

we are pulling our boats

together with rope. And then

we will name the rope.