Cruise Assembly

Cruise Assembly

I want on the shifting sea,
where I can actually feel
the groundlessness,

the spinning of the earth,
the impermanence beneath
my ever-shifting thumb,

locked in the insane grip
that makes me human,
wrapped instinctively

around the tube of my pen,
dancing on the wafer
of mono-reprocessed tree,

holding in the ink an assembly,
squiggles and footprints
known as letters,

combining into words
in a melodic meaning
called "My Poem."

I want on the shifting sea--
on the shifting sea,
while the shift's in me.