Just a roll over
and under time,
I’ve been working on 

working through it
these past seven years.
No tunnels or bridges 

over ravines to dramatize
my life. The course
has been steady

as grace that floats 

in the inner harbor
where surfing is a bust. 

I’ve been giving
this big river in the middle
the time of day—saw a heron 

create shadows over Loring Lake
with its wing span. I might be ready
to take that risk, might spread 

my silhouette over the bell tower
before civil dawn breaks.