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Other people’s lives

sink and swell around you,

lapping at your shifting rim,

leaving their debris.

Billowing on every side,

they rush and then recede.

They wash across your beaches.

You feel a slow erosion.

Shoring up your sea walls,

you study the morning sky.

You listen to the wind’s tales

and come to fear the deep.

In your archipelago,

now and then a mooring breaks.

The tide of events comes in

and carries a little more of you

out to sea.