| Trigonometry of Self |
| Red tugboat pushes black barge. Barge shoves white water into air water drops leap over small part of river then dive into self. Barge exists. River exists. I exist. |
| Twinkle Tows |
| I midnight admired a moonless cloudy brownish sky. Seeing twinkly-lit tugboats nudge black rectangles home spirited me. All glided like effortless ducks. I too skate on darkness without drowning. |
| Tugboats and barges Something small pushing something big Something bright red nudging something black Out to sea. Most of our journey is alone Every trip requires a loving force pushing us out And when we’ve done our hard work Tugging us home proudly. |
| Love |