Embodied tsunami,
the wave of grace rolls in to drown the world.
Some few who huddle on the rooftop
may be brave enough
to give in to the defeating night,
the black fog,
and listen for a boat that may not be there.
Stories have described a silken barge,
a leaky dinghy.
Swimming is to no avail.
Chased to the edge of the heights
by the descending wall of divine wet circumstance,
the lover jumps.